My deepest fear is not knowing who I am. My deepest fear is thinking whether I can live for today or tomorrow. It is darkness that corrupts my thoughts; it’s the storm in the night that moves my mood. I ask myself, who am I to not feel popular, to not be normal or otherwise. Who am I to live up to the expectations of others? We are all the same excepts from the mind of my own. I am living for me but not who you want me to be. My deepest fear is not living in reality, thinking everything comes easy. My deepest fear is more than what I’m presented to be. It’s more than being tall and funny with braces and glasses. It’s more than just playing a goof ball role or maturing over the times. My deepest fears cut me so deep, deeper than a stabbed heart. My deepest fear is knowing, one day maybe no one will laugh at my jokes; maybe someday I have to grow and survive on my own. My deepest fear is to be alone. We hide from our fears, frightened by the challenge we must vanquish. Everyone says fear is just feeling and the only way to get over it is by going up against it, but my deepest fear is to be alone with fear itself.