"Im trying to be the perfect song"

People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

Someone once asked me what I am most afraid of, and my brain sent me back to my childhood. Every night, dinner would be ready by 9pm and my mother would wait for my dad to arrive before she could start eating. When he fell out of love, he started coming home later. Sometimes 1 hour later or sometimes 3 hours later. After a while my mother started losing weight and the bags under her eyes were more and more visible because she refused to eat and sleep until he came home. I was no longer scared of monsters in my closet, or of the dark. I was scared of loving someone and they stop loving me back.