Scared

Who said teens aren't SCARED of the dark
Always twisting,turning wanting no harm
Is there a beast wanting to make its mark.
Sirens,warning bells all signs of an alarm.
Scatting and scurrying these sounds I hear
A bump there a scratch here and there
These noises are made with 'do you dare'
'Are you willing the come here'
I toss and turn all night long
Sweat beading my forehead
This is a a dream,not real,it's all wrong
How......can I be dead
Perspiration drenched my shirt
I awake,my hands clutching my chest
Its alright I am not hurt
I can now rest
Scared, I will no longer be
I have no need for fear
For its not what I seek
I am no longer scared.
But what of these tears I cried
Have they all faltered  or ever dried