I want to see you,
yet I’m scared to.
Scared of what you’ll think.
Scared of what you’ll do.
I want to love you,
but I’m scared to.
Scared to get hurt again,
and end up with,
a broken hearted.
I want to be happy,
but I’m scared to.
I haven’t felt this way,
in so long.
I just want to be me,
but can’t.
Not that I’m scared to.
I just don’t know,
who me,
really is.
~*~ Jill ~*~