Fear Controller

I always bite my tongue at the thought of standing up for what I thought was right.

I bit my tongue, thinking about confrontation.

The idea of yelling at someone I know or at a stranger, made my skin crawl.

I saw issues though.

I knew that if I couldn't stand up for myself or what I cared for, I couldn’t rely on others to.

Yells coming at me like arrows being flow from someone’s bow of anger, ignorance or insecurities.

I couldn’t let the arrows hit me or else I’d die instantly.

I brought out a shield, planted my feet and stood up tall.

I defended myself and thrived.

 

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