Scared of You

Your heart turns cold on me-

colder than the snow you see;

Your face turns pale each time

unexpectedly, we meet;

And your fears toward me;

Are these real?

Oblivion of what you think,

no idea how you feel, when you see me.

Are you god, that I must avoid your face?

Is truth more favourable than imagination?

One way to find out- which I dare not take.

For worse, may be true.

I scare you, 

thus I am scared of you.

© Joel Yap