This is about people worrying, and becoming faceless, we're all stressing, and stuff, we're not thinking about being ourselves. Strange subject I know. This is the poem, you can't read it during this flash.

The thing I fear most

My heart is empty, but it does not stop. my heart is filled with broken glass. shattered pieces cut inside inside me, is the fear that lies unknown for many, hidden well deep it waits to be awakened, from a slumbering sleep scared and bruzed, no one comes close it let's me live, but it doesn't know within is the fear, stronger than pain it's something inevitable, something insane besides love, I fear it the most year after year, dragged by the coast crawling faster to me I won't be released.

And I'm Dutch so, maybe I made some mistakes.