Scared

I am scared.

Everything is scary;

The wind howls

Like a wolf alone

Middle of the night.

The trees reach out

As if to grab people

And throw them away.

The grass is green, little scythes

That spurt out

of the

ground.

The butterflies and birds

Dart around

Unexpectedly

And it makes me

feel uneasy.

My bedroom is

too bright.

The sun will

burn.

I want to stay

In my dreams.

My dreams

Are where I am safe.

I am no poet;

People say I am.

I am no artist;

People say I am.

I am a scaredy-cat;

Yet people don't

agree.

They say

That I'm not.

I am scared.