Scared of Your Eyes

I'm scared. Scared of the future.
Scared of your eyes...your face, your voice, your lies.
Your words...I'm scared you'll try to control me again.
I'm scared to tell you what's on my heart.
Scared to become old, to try new things...scared of sin.

I'm terrified that I don't have enough...that I won't be enough.
When things around me spiral out of my control,
my heart drowns in anxiety and the pain takes a toll.

I feel like Ichibad and the headless horseman all put together
careening at breakneck speed toward a cliff.
With a fiendish, insane grin, I breathlessly scream the magic words
but the deranged horses relentlessly pull me ever forward,
as I remain stiff, toward the brink of disaster.

Scared to live, scared to die.
Scared to breath, scared to cry.
I know I must leave this stagnant place,
but I'm afraid I might have to once again see your face.