Poem: Sitting in My Fear

I can't just let you go

The girl who sits within,

counting each a sin

Things you shouldn't know

I beg you, have a hold

of the gold I'm quick to lose

Wrapped in my heart,

drowned in booze

I call it anything but pride

Joy I've bound inside

of this box I built of fear

and you are trapped in here

Counting though I've died