It can be dark, it can be bloodshed,
It can be the monster that's under your bed.
It's the way you feel before you speak to a crowd.
It's when everyone whispers about you, and your heart beat becomes loud.
Fear is only imaginary if you ask me,
It can only be real if you make it be.
Did you know fear is very proud of what it makes you go through everyday.
The way it stops you from doing what you love in every possible way.
But have you ever wondered what fear is afraid of,
It is afraid of you soaring above.
Fear is afraid of you conquering it,
But the question is, are just gonna wait and sit?
I'm asking if you are just going to stay there,
Or are you going to get up and do something about your fear.

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