We are Afraid

We are afraid of things that go bump in the night, things that creep through our windows and eat us up We are afraid of tapioca We are afraid that the cold nights will never end, the effervescence from our mouths illustrating our fears on the cold night sky We are afraid that we were not made right We are afraid that in the end, death, is the final stop on our journey

We are afraid of Kittens We are afraid of the sun, a glowing ball that ticks steadily towards our death, proving our place on this earth is merely temporary We are afraid of what people think

But most of all we are afraid of what people will say when we die.