A brief submission on fear itself, and what it means to us.
Fear is for what? Fear for love? Fear for hate? Why do we fear? When we get that mistaken feeling and enter the world of pity, we also hope that our mistakes have gone unnoticed. We plead to not be judged; we hide our heads in our knitted sweatshirts that soak up the tears from our which that symbolize none other than fear. We laugh to fool the others around us. We want them to think that nothing is wrong, because if we were to tell them that something was bothering us, they would have the audacity to look into our eyes and tell us, “Get over it.”