What do I fear the most? 

   Myself...

        or those around me?

What do I hear the most? 

   The voices of those...

         or the voices shouting inside me?

The struggles of everyday should be enough to ruin her day, 

    but she keeps in mind that these obsticles she is faced with, 

       will only become worse within each passing day. 

Although she tries to remain optimistic, her heart screams out in vain. 

       The fear of love 

           and the fear of pain...

              she'll never have time to stop and complain. 

I've always been taught that even though fear... 

      will come back stronger over and over again...

           it is your hunger for life that shall keep you alive and always satisfied.