I'm scared of ending up like you.
I'm scared I'll fall out of love with the one that will do anything to save what we once had, or maybe never did.
I'm scared I'll let the job I don't even like hurt those I "love."
I'm scared I'll have ugly paw hands like you.
I'm scared someone else will raise my children, eh I wont risk it; no kids for me.
I'm scared I will lose myself in a tan, bleached blonde, professional body.
I'm scared I will get mad enough to be remembered. And when my child's best friends younger sister thinks of me, she will fear the same thing I once did.
I'm scared of being short like you.
I'm scared I will have to get an operation on my neck because my goiter is so "ugly." I'll have to wear turtlenecks in the blowup pool with the neighborhood kids. Ha, who am I kidding. I'm to busy to go outside.
But even indoors, I must cover that ugly, infected deformity...naturally.
I'm scared I won't see how beautiful I truly am.
She is so beautiful.
I'm scared I'll find comfort in every bed that isn't mine.
I'm scared of becoming like you.
Hell, I'm scared of you.