Fear

Wait, I can not we say,as excuses
escapes our lips.
Afraid of the unknowing ,but yet embarrassed
to tell of the unwanted feeling, that seems to grip,
Us like the shirt we wear on our backs.

But why we ask our selves do we feel so,,
Am I weird or insane we ask,
But yet again we ask in silence afraid of the other.

The fear of not knowing what the other thinks
of me is more than I can handle,
It seems to be worse than the fear of the unexpected,
or the fear of walking into a strange unlit room .

Oh how do I shake this fear please show,
me the way, I would be most grateful to the
one who breaks this awful curse that lies in me.