Fear

I feel a knife stabbed in my chest;

with disappointment of my heart creation.

I live in my imagination to seek for you;

but you were never there in the first place.

Is that love or just pure insanity?

I wish the depth of the feelings were not my own but someone elses.

Is that you?

Or God disappointment in me?

I fear that I am far away from God's love.

So let me choose myself, 

knowing that you're me.