I fear . . . Myself

I fear my weakness, because it makes me vulnerable.

I fear how needy I am. I am desperate for love and comfort and validation from outside.

I am afraid of how mean and petty I can be, because I hurt people.

I am afraid of my greed and selfishness, because they disappoint me.

I am terrified by the black sludge of anger and resentment that resides in me. I fear it will erupt and burn everything around me.

I fear my strength, because it isolates me.

I am afraid of my laziness and complacency, because I don't want to disappoint.

I fear my awkwardness and lack of social skills, because they lead to loneliness.

I fear the voice in my head, because she sees all I do, and calls everything a failure.