"Ok. Don't be scared," your message reads
But how can I not feel dread's smothering?
Fear is truth in this life I'm living
forever wary, subsisting, existing
My reality, creation, all I'm perceiving 

How can I not show my existential plight? 
This waking life, a nightmare in broad daylight
I tell you "Bye" so casually 
Yet I can't share my nightmares half as easily
What words could convey this thankless burden?
The constant panic, this unfathomable hurdle?

You offer to stay, with pure intent 
But the reason you shouldn't is me, myself  
My hands can harm, not save nor help 
Trapped in this cycle of fearing myself

Trapped in this cycle of dreading my own
"Don't be scared," you read, but you don't understand
The greatest terror is this voice, this inner demand 
How can I be fearless when dread's the same hue
As my own being, this monster of you and me too?

"Thank you," I reply, expecting no more 
Voicing depths you can't grasp from behind that door
You live in the light, while I partake in shade
Two separate realms, two separate fates
The distance between us, a chasm unseen
Your presence- a haven, while mine's anguished, mean 

You see, "I won't be scared"? Is the lie I can't sell
I am the terrorbirth, this separate hell
Frightened of this truth, this unending trial
So "I won't be scared," I text, a promise unmet 
For I'm frightened of demons you haven't yet met