What’s your worst nightmare?

 

Is it

The way water

Engulfs you,

Imprisons you,

And slowly steals your breath?

 

Or,

Maybe, it’s

The way the heat

Licks at your skin,

Feasts on your insides,

And slowly lets you melt?

 

Mine?

 

Well,

Mine is the way

I see everyone

Crumble before me,

How I make them

So deeply unhappy.

 

It’s

The way they

Look at me,

With such fear

Because

I’m not normal,

Not by any means.

 

I

Hear them,

In my head,

Creating

False memories

And

Turning me

Against

Who I called

“Friends.”

 

Betrayal.