*Warning: Embedded within this poem is a word of explicit language.*
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Fear is only a term you make it out to be;
It's full of shit if you really ask me.
Poison the mind and weaken the soul;
Till the setback gains full control.
Like a puppet, it slowly pulls your strings;
'Till it has you making irrational decisions.
Stiffen your lip and take its name;
Then quickly make it's threshold a yesterday.
Narrow your eyes and grit your teeth;
Before the weakness has you walking on your knees.
But you gotta do it on your own terms,
That's a bridge just begging to get burned.
Pain isn't fear leaving your flesh;
It's a false assurance that makes no sense.
Draw the line and make your stand;
Grab it by the balls if you wanna be a man.
Don't second guess it or compromise;
It feeds on your apprehension with every disguise.
I bleed ink.