Our Friend, Yet Our Enemy

Fear

Perhaps our greatest friend,

He knows us all to well.

He knows when we fret, when we hesitate,

And he comes, as would a mother,

To take us away to feel safer.

Yet still, he overbears.

When we feel attraction, he tells us they can't see you,

When we lack companionship, he tells us we'll be a burden,

When we crave satisfaction, he tells us not to be selfish.

And in the end, I have to ask,

Whether he's such a good friend after all.

This poem is about: 
Me

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