My Silent Voice

please don’t ask me to share with you  
my overruling aches and fears
 
for if I would  
you would want to run but never make it to the hills
my shadows swallowing you whole  
 
I have become chronically terrified of losing  
every shiny thing that comes into my life
so scared to death of not ever being good enough
wouldn't know what sufficient is supposed to be
 
so let me keep these sorrows to myself
suffering in silence
I make them into art