it comes at night,
when i'm all alone,
when i'm helpless,
when i'm weak.
my fears eat me alive,
they feed off my loneliness,
they break me,
but they also shape me.
my fears make me human,
they make me vulnerable,
they give me strength,
strength and will to fight them off every day.
i don't always win the fight,
but i keep trying,
and trying,
until i'm no longer a prisoner of my mind.
