My own custom fears

I keep alive my own custom fears
My dreary court to of shadows
They frail me through the years
Infusing thoughts I never chose

I add into their crucible
Three drops of a new anguish
My own private enemy is invisible
Process underway, let me finish

I grab a handful of ego
That I drop into the mold
As I live I just can't let go
Of my my fears as I've been told

Like rusty ties from the past
My own custom fears grow and multiply
I fear that I won't be free at last
Not until the day I die