I recently found this old poem of mine, while skimming through old notebooks and organisers. I think it does hold true to some extent.
From the depth of my mind springs forth a dark shadow that darkens my path, that clouds my judgements and terrors me to a halt. Not to advance any further, frozen in time, etched in the very core of my being, haunting me for the rest of my short lived life. Carefully waiting, looking, hoping; this will not happen to me, not now, not at any time, I will endure and survive, but why does it still creep up on me? I carry it with me, I hold on to it, for it is proof that I am merely a man of flesh, one with a healthy portion of fear.