Fears

I hold in the fear,
it is easier this way.
I fear our future.
What if you realize..
I am not really what you want.
I'm not what you hoped...
or thought I was.
I'm not good enough...
I don't do enough...
What happens when the time comes and someone else catches your eye,
your attention' your heart?
What happens when you start hating me
for moving you here?
I don't always say or do the right things..
I n=mess things up a lot...
I am far from being anything wonderful or great or even worth holding onto.