Splintered Perception

In her eyes, you can easily see. She always knew a way out. She sees the happiness in front of her but she always close her eyes. You look at her with confusion. You never knew, She fell in love with her sadness. She fell in love with her darkness.

Later at night, sometimes, in this dark, I often think. Why do people get scared of other people. Maybe they should not, maybe that is not the real problem. When I think deeply, I know that I have never been more afraid of any human except my own self.  Maybe this is true, Maybe our own shadows haunts us. Maybe?