Stinging Fear

Stinging Fear

It’s the fear that hurts you
The sting when you realize the truth
The time passing by when you see
The hell you’ve seemed to drop into
You might be loved, wanted and praised
What if they knew the real you
What then
Would you be hated, disgusting and threatened?
If I screamed my love out for what I believed in
People would begin to judge me
Not knowing who I was
Not knowing what I do for fun
Not knowing what I dreamed to be
Not hearing me laugh
Not seeing me cry
Being afraid of who you are
Being cautious of the people around you
Brings you back down further than you’d like
I’ll never be free of fear
Because people will never accept me for me
People can’t see what I see
People don’t love what I love
Nothing will be how I want it to be
Just because of my own God
Because he doesn’t have his own set of rules
Except only this, to never harm another
But what God is that?
To not wish upon you to save others
To not tell you to create war in his name
To not push you to pray
To not judge what others believe
To not condemn the different ways
I hate these days
Where I realize that the only one for me
Is a God I’m not allowed to see

~Lykaios