FEAR

Fear has its grip upon me. Fear of being judged. Fear of being hated...indeed, my fear has become an irritant in my back...Greatly do I hate this feeling. Knowing my weakness, I try to denyy it. I try to forget it...A losing battle that has turned out to be. Everywhere I turn, all places I seek, failure I'd find as my weakness speaks...A terrible fool I've been...A weak servant of God I've turned out to be...Is that my weakness? I'd ask myself sometimes. An my answer is yes. That is my wekaness...Being weak. Being HUMAN...A pitiful human without any strength of will...Pitiful...Weak...Weakness is my fear and fear is my weakness. In doubt, I reveal myself for the world to see. To know that I am weak...And that I am trying to break free of my fear to admit...by this....