I wake up in the middle of the night
Walking down the hall
I catch a fright
A deer in headlights, I fall
For my childhood fear
Is waiting for me
E.T. is here
Please don’t be him
but the end is all I see
As I grow older
Fears have evolved
With a quick look behind my shoulder
I become strong
Even bolder
But, sometimes I think faster than I can speak
And, the words pour out of me
What will they think of this atrocity?
The reporters will come
Saying I’m done
But all I can recall is that feeling
Of not being enough