I am fear… My heart speeds as I approach this bumpy curve.
For what purpose will this anguish serve?
I am a guardian… Protection is my purpose.
Even from myself can’t let my true feelings surface.
I am blinded… In the middle of a circle I hope for an end.
How long must I continue this painful trend?
I am shelter… the harsh world will never hurt my flower.
For her sake alone I will never lose power.
I am death.. Like a discolored phoenix I rise from my death.
If it is the true end why do I again draw breathe.
I am a teacher… there are those that need what I know.
I offer it all to help them grow.
I am pain… like a tumor it aches my head.
It does not grow, just hurts, why not kill me instead.
I am a book… wide open so everyone knows.
I am whatever you want just give me my rose.
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Submission Name: I am what you want
