The fear on my skin - A poem.

This is a feeling that I know very well.
I'm running to escape and I'm still losing the race.
I was born with a great list of fears tattooed on my skin,
And here I am, I'm still fighting to defend myself.

This is a feeling that is difficult to forget.
I'm trying to scream, but I have a hand around my neck trying to shut up.
I've lived listening to a voice that weakens me,
And here I am, trying not to listen to her.

This is a feeling that will never go away.
I am too exhausted and despite this I will continue to live.
I have put all the faith in my mind and my heart to survive,
and here I am, fear crossed my way.