I come out here and run and with each step I say. Why am I scared? Why can't I let go? Why did this happen? Could I have changed it? Did I do good? I wish you knew how terrible it is to remember it daily. I don't feel safe when I go home. Fear. Why am I allowing you so much space? Why does your opinion matter? I'm figuring out why and it's almost as if my subconscious has always known it.