Afraid

I'm not afraid of monsters
That hide under my bed.
I'm not afraid of voices
You say are in my head.

I am not afraid of people,
Who i can never trust.
I am not afraid nails in my skin,
That wither into rust.
I am not afraid of bloodshed,
That finds itself in streets.
I am not afraid of sorrow,
That would feed inside of me.
I am not afraid of forests,
That whisper eerie sounds.
I am not afraid of ghosts,
That wander all around.
I am not afraid of spirits,
That haunt me day and night.
I am not afraid of screams,
That quaver the steady lights.
I am not afraid of monsters,
That live under my bed.
I am not afraid of voices,
You say are in my head.

But I'm afraid of something,
It has always been a mark:
I'm afraid of myself,
I am afraid of the dark.