What is fear?

What is Fear?
What is this feeling that comes and goes every year.
What am I afraid of?
Maybe im afraid of being judged.
Maybe im afraid of being loved.
Fear just seems like another word for stress.
So I confess I am afraid, I am scared of being compared.
For all of these thoughts why was I the one who cared?
Society has corrupted my brain, we are the ones to be put to blame.
I have changed, I decided I couldn’t stay the same.
Love feels like our last hope, but deep down between the souls of the twisted is a rope.
Choked, I’ve been through this before I’ve learned to cope.
Maybe this is why i feel fear.
Because I’ve poured to many tears.