Fears Poem by Adrian Shorey

There are few things that frighten me but what do are quite severe,
Until I experience those things, what they are remains unclear,
I guess from dealing with little fear it swells inside me,
Because when I'm scared I have little sensibility,
Crammed to the back of my head my fears 'sneak up on me' in my weakest state of mind,
But I do not attempt to run from my fears, possibly because my emotions are in a bind,
The things that happen around become merely a blur,
My mind for some reason focuses on the pressure
The pressure building when dealing with these things often break me down in tears,
Should it be of loneliness, confusion, it's all the same
I don't know how to deal with my fears