Creek.....

Is this my last moment is this the end?
Am I living in fear or has my fear become a reality?
This fear runs deep and shakes my core.
I slowly turn and pray that it's not me.
Walking down the hallway may be the end.
Walking down a stairwell is this my last moment?
Everything has changed nothing will ever be the same.
This is insane the news have said nothing did they die in vain.
Did three people just die and society tried to forget them?
Am I gonna be oblivious? Is no one gonna remember my name?
Will I be safe walking in a public space?
Will people look at my face?
Or will they look at my scarf and think of disgrace?
Will they define me by my religion or my character?
This fear has been layed down and I can't get it out of my mind.
Will they be harsh or will they be kind?
Will they, will they, will they?