Fear

Alone as they come,
I seem to be.
Lost as they get,
I just can't get free.
Destroyed to the ground with no way up,
I am finding this life to be too rough.
Hungry for love, acceptance, and care;
but when I go hunting everyone is bare.
I long for someone- something- to help me through;
however, I just cannot figure out what to do.
I wish for someone to come for me.
Someone to help set me free-
free from my fear that holds me back.
The fear that has stopped me time and time again.
It shows up so often-it reminds me of an unwanted friend.
I think to myself what I should do and say,
so I can finally push this fear away.
But, no, I am scared and I am weak.
I, alone, cannot handle the world calling me a "freak."
But if I could find that someone to hold and call me dear,
I'll be able to escape this fear.