Poem?

So I wrote this and I guess it is a poem... I'm not really sure how I feel about it but I figured I would put it up anyway and let you, my imaginary followers, decide what you think.  Here it is:
Vulnerability.  One word, one feeling that sends shivers down my back.  A cold sweat.  Vulnerability.  An openness, a freedom to give yourself to others completely and fully.  But the fear creeps back up my spine and into my brain.  Clouding my judgement, creating storms in my head, raining down on the idea of total freedom.  The one thing we crave.  We reach for freedom.  We thirst for the for the chance to be exactly who we are.  Our hands tremble as we stretch, as far as we can, to grasp the total freedom of being vulnerable, of being open.  But as our fingers graze it, we retract.  As if finally touching it, burns us like a stove top.  Because although we crave this vulnerability.  Although we spend our lives fighting to reach it, although we spend our lives fighting to be exactly who we are, there is still that fear.  The fear of rejection.  An electric fence separating us from the freedom of being vulnerable.  Our teachers tell us that our dreams are not logical.  That our test scores are not good enough.  Our peers tell us that we are not cool enough.  The media tells us that we are not beautiful enough.  And worst of all, we tell ourselves that they are right.  In vulnerability, there is the opportunity for love, for peace, for life.  To be exactly who you are.  But in vulnerability there is also the opportunity to be hurt, to be mocked, to feel uncomfortable.  And so we are left balancing on a scale.  Is the risk worth the benefit?  Or do we hide again behind the masks that we wear, behind the walls that we build.  Never knowing what is beyond.  Never knowing what reaction we may receive if our masks were removed.  And never knowing the beauty that lies beneath the masks walking past us every day.