fear

Fri, 01/18/2019 - 12:12 -- cassiet

out with the new and in with the old

for the fear inside of my is just to bold

no more adventure

and no more adrenaline

because the i'm scared of loosing,

i'm scared that i'm not like the rest of them.

the fear eats away at me every day

like when i eat my breakfast on a morning in may

i let others get ahead of me

i say i simply don't care,

but at the end of the day it's because i'm too scared

i wait for my turn, i don't skip the line

if scared of getting yelled at

i'm scared that i'll cry

it may sound dumb or stupid or lame

but the fear inside of me cannot be contained

 

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