My Fear...

my fear...

fear to be...

fear of not to be...

take me somewhere

strip off my masks

this is my real face

the face of fear

i exist

as you do

i'm real

as you

but while you point at me

i cannot see...who are you

who's gonna hate me.

another question for myself

why do i want your love?

why do i have to be perfect

something for you to follow

...i just want you on my side..

walk with me

touch the light

..with me...

this is the weight of the world

all over my back

these are my white hairs on the ground

my madness laughing at me

once again...what will you really see...

when i say

this is me?