Fear Poem

I wrote this when i started to thing about the things I fear. I couldn't really come up with anything but out of all the thinking I was doing this is what came of it:

Fear?

What is there fear when nothing scares you?

There usually is one thing you are afraid of

Not a thing scares me, not even a loud BOO!

Not a spider, snake, nor falling in love

What makes me who i am, makes me live on

Now you may ask, how do you fear nothing?

My answer will simply be a beautiful swan

A beautiful swan? Isn't it something?

Something of your imagination right?

Or is it all in your head to keep you sane

A shadow, a figure you see at night

You want to scream, but you have to refrain

It is imaginary in you head

Don't let it keep you from going to bed.

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As I sit here and think to myself about what to put in my paper and what not to. All I get are words, so many words and not a place for them. What if we had something that put all our words in sentences. And then put those sentences in paragraphs... would that my writing paper easier or harder? Because what happens when you don't have that many words? Does it mean you aren't really thinking about words or even things? Because thinking about things should mean you have put those pictures of those things into words.... It's like a never ending thought process. Every time you think of one thing you instantly think of another, and then you just get words with no place to go.