I am afraid; but I’m too scared to admit it.
I am afraid of you, and what you would think if you knew my fear.
I am afraid of you; yet I don’t even know you. (But I know your type).
And it frightens me, so I keep you at arm’s length,
Just a face in the crowd, a statistic, my enemy.
I am afraid; so I mask my fear with loud condemnation.
It’s easier to preach against those I do not know.
I am afraid; so I camouflage my fear with humor.
Cutting sarcasm makes everyone laugh, right?
I am afraid; so I build beautiful walls around my neighborhood
With ornate gates that open only with secret passwords.
The secret? I am afraid.
I am afraid; so I project false courage and buy a gun,
That’s every American‘s right.
But I will only use it on those who wish me harm,
Those evil men whom I keep at arm’s length.
I am afraid. I am afraid of you;
Yet I don’t even know you. (But I know your type)
And it frightens me…
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love.” 1 John 4:18