He's Called Fear - Tumblr Posts

She creeps into you, silent and unnoticed. She hides in plain sight; her roar masks as that of rage, the clicking of her high heels assigned to your demeaned pride. The heaviness she spreads obscured as sorrow, the constant apathy is surely a result of your hurt feelings. And you blame all the other, while she walks amongst them with a cruel smile of mockery, revealing the sharp teeth. Her cold hand stroking your hair and caressing your cheek as to comfort you, is mistaken for a hand of reason; through tears and scattered focus you don't see the black claws. You only realize they're there when she shoves them under your ribs and throat, pulling you, step by step, as she likes. Eventually the little boy you know so well, the one with shocking blue eyes and black hair, holding your favourite piece of chocolate, catches up and grabs your hand..he wants to go on a walk too... He's not afraid of her, and she respects him... You won't fight her, she's the only confidence you have left, the only one, though painfully, holding you up.. And you won't fight him either, why would you fight the only one who's always been there?

Emily Yvonne