I need you to know, I’m not afraid of you. Worst things have existed before you darkened my inbox. The wars this body and mind have fought and won. The skeletons hanging in this closet would shock you. They would traumatize your little league stalker brain.

I’m not afraid of you, but my body has kept the score. You’re not powerful by any sense of the term, but you’re pressing buttons you don’t deserve to press. These bombs aren’t meant for you. I am a loaded gun and you’re getting awfully close to the trigger.

I’m not afraid of you, I’m bigger, stronger, smarter, and way more tainted than you could ever live long enough to be but you’re knocking on doors that have not been opened in years.

I’m not afraid of you. Im afraid of me, because of you. I’m afraid of the reactions that kept me safe in the past. I’m not afraid of you. I’ve sneezed out things scarier than you. I’m afraid of who will come out when you trespass and ignore the keep out signs. Paid professionals have worked tirelessly to keep the nightmare I could become locked up.

I’m not afraid of you, oh no. I’m afraid to lose the version that was created before you mistakenly tiptoed along. I’m not scared of you little boy. I’m afraid of the punishments you’ll endure that were never meant for you. I’m scared of you winning the lottery you didn’t realize you were even playing.