FEAR

He seems frightened. No one can find out. It's a secret, hidden deep in him, but only a few know, swore in secrecy. If others were to know, he would have to run, run as far away from his life as he can. He has tried to escape from the secret, but it is with him every second. It is ruining his life, the fear. He needs to tell, share, but not yet. The fear dictates when. The proper time shall come, but will it be too late? Only the fear knows. He wants, needs, yearns, but again, the fear. It will go away, eventually, with age, but for now it is there. The fear is made from the fear of others, and of this he seems frightened.