Dark and Light.

I stand in the dark,
staring endlessly.
A false sense of security
surrounding me.

Unlike others,
I dont fear the dark.
I fear the light,
which might alight
my imperfections.

I walk in the dark,
searching my way
and stumbling infinitely.
But still, proceeding.
When I tread in light, but-
I feared proceeding.
For the fear of next.

I love the dark.
And despise light.
For, I feel comfort in the dark
and fear, in light.