You are fearful, you are the little voice on repeat.

The voice that always says: No... You can't.

Why? Why are you like that? 

Your word, they hurt. They're so hurtful.

You don't think I know? I don't need you reminding me.

The anger, the frustration, the hatred.

It swells over time. To a big lump. The lump that you poke.

It drags me. You drag me... Through dirt and mud.

No... It hurts. Please stop.

Stop saying that word: Can't.

It's an ugly word. A shorten word that is bounded by an apostrophe. 

The word that means: CAN NOT.

You are the one that should be shortened and bounded by an apostrophe.

So, enough, I say. I may not be able to get rid of you completely...

But I can say enough to stop you.

The fear you are in my head. You are created by me.

Through thoughts and feelings.

You are there and always will be.

However, I CAN say: ENOUGH.

I CAN step foward.

I CAN move on.

I CAN acompish my goals.

I CAN live my life.

I CAN breath.

I CAN do this.

I CAN...

And you... Fear... CAN'T stop me.