The tears we shed are not only that of pain.
It might be of torment.
The torment of not knowing the unknown.
We are scared of things that are yet to come.
Things that are yet to form.
Some might hide, and some might run.
But it will always come just for fun.
It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane.
It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game.
It feeds off the pain.
You can only pray.
We all have that fear.
Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.