Fear Full

Late at night, I heard good voices,
the kind I wished I heard during the day,
for my sake,
so that everyone would know I was not crazy,
because I was not,
in fact,
any kind of crazy,

I could smell things differently,
see them differently,
and different was not good,
not like the voices I could hear,
because different was bad,
because it was different,

And in the early morning I hours,
I worried about the sunrise,
about the hiccup I could cause with this nonsense,
but it was not nonsense,
in fact,
it was just the opposite of nonsense,

I feared being contrary,
for fear of being fearful,

but mostly for fear of being eliminated,

for this betterment of the group