When fear talks
It feels like there's no truth in sight
It feels like peace is far
Feels like there's no truth in sight because
The possibility of many false truths exist
And when fear talks, it's just
One thought, to one thought, to another
Starts to get claustrophobic in here
Is it hot in here to y'all?
When fear talks you can hear the timidity in my voice, and
You can hear the uncertainty in my speech
You can hear my unmade up mind in my sentences
You can hear the perfectionist scared to mess up
In fact, the fear paralyzes him
Me
It keeps me from moving forward and
Going upward
When fear talks, then comes the temptation to feed into it and
Sometimes when
Sometimes the fear can disguise itself as truth and as the right thing
It gives you all the reasons that you, it, could be right
And they can be pretty convincing
Tells you that everyone else will lead you astray, even God
It sometimes tells you that God is the one telling you all these fears
The reasoning of my isolation always sides with fear, for some reason
Feels like I make up voices of truth in my head instead of siding with the voice of truth that existed before time began
When fear talks
I listen