I am afraid of crying in public

I am afraid of thunderstorms

And that I am a bad teacher

I am afraid of my own voice when I yell

I am afraid of the dark

Because in it I can see all my flaws

I am afraid of being stuck

In some suffocating space

Like the crevice of a rock

Or with an unfaithful lover

I am afraid of the way hospitals smell

I am afraid of my own heart

Because it is glass

I am afraid of this pit in my stomach

Acid eating me from the inside

I am afraid of burning, decaying flesh

Spiders building webs in the sockets of my eyes

I am afraid of true love

Slipping through my fingers

Because I ran out of time