I will admit that I am afraid

Terrified 

In an ill-content way 

That one day 

I will awake from this dream 

And reality would have been a much nicer place

That my nightmares

Were mere warning signs hung above my head

Left by those who went before me 

That my fear 

Was just a figment of my imagination

Left without the reins to guide it home

I will admit that I am terrified 

That my ill-content 

Will be my dismay

That I can’t pretend that everything is fine

That the cracks in my mask have become wider 

Leaking my restraints 

Letting my guard down

And in that moment when I cease to dream

You shall have me, whole, bleeding from the seams