This is who I am

What are you afraid of? Having to do with love I mean. "He asked me, his eyes staring at me. I pulled from his gaze and turned up to the sky. 

I'm afraid that one day, I won't find someone who loves me for who I am. I am afraid that may be someone won't ever love the way l laugh or the way my eye light , like in all the poems and stories. Maybe I'm scared that what I am isn't enough or maybe it's too much. I'm afraid that if I trying to be more than I am, I won't be loved by anyone. 

i don't show a lot people who I actually on the inside and I'm afraid that if I do, no one will ever love me. He looked away, staring at his shoes.

"Me too".