I'm afraid to stop pushing, stop keeping on changing myself over and over, looking for something perhaps unattainable.

I'm afraid to give up trying to be loving and caring, stop running, not looking back at all those who found me pitiful.

I'm afraid to stop wanting to better myself, not learning, not being genuine, fall and not laugh, get contemptuous.

Yes, I'm afraid to not notice my flaws, not being willing to help, and stop being fearful.