• Autophobia


    I am nothing to no one,
    Yet at the first sign of me you tend to run.
    True, the notion of fear being subjected to myself does seem quite odd,
    But maybe it will bring what I so desire: a simple nod.
    I am part of what makes you human,
    Maybe your displeasure of me is because of my acumen.
    I can see why you would find that so hard,
    Now think of me in an ambiguous state and how deep that would scar.
    Now surely you can see why I beg recourse to this accursed misnomer.
    It's the only way I can live to find a home 'ere.
    After all, it would be just as much of a problem of you fearing the idea of me,
    As you actually thinking it's alright to be rid of me, totally free.
    So just accept me with open arms and you’ll get to really see,
    What you should be really be scared of, it definitely won’t be me.