FEAR
By Wendy: Shywalker

My whole body trembles, when I see him,
I become that scared boy again.
I try to act as the man; the policeman I have become
but my fears force me to rage at my cowardice.

She doesn't understand; no one understands.

My fears I believed banished, 
were just hidden behind a shield and gun.
It has bided it's time, waiting for my terror to return,
and it has; nothing has changed.

His eyes are his fist that beat at my body,
his smile is the laughter, as I bled.
I rage at the sky, I rage at my soul.
I rage at my fear.