Scared

Scared to look in the mirror
Of what I might see
Scared to see the person
Staring back at me

Scared to admit
That I may be wrong
I've been hiding these feelings
For just so long.

Scared to taste
The last kiss from your lips
Scared to want
Your hands on my hips.

Scared to need you
As much as I do
Scared to love you
Incase you don't love me too.