Fear

I can’t explain, what goes on in my head
I just know that it constantly fills me with dread.
These feelings need to escape through my word,
But these feelings are things that I’ve never heard.
Sometimes I sit, and just like to cry
While sometimes I scream, and just want to die.
I try to run in my head, away from this thought,
But I can never hide and always get caught.
It creeps up behind, unseen and unfamiliar,
It attacks like a sickness, for which there is no cure.
I sit in my room, my head overflowing
With thoughts about life I wont ever be showing.
There’s no good way to explain what you hear,
But for me, I just like to call it my fear.