Good-bye Fear
Many a fear have I.
Many insects have had to die.
Socialization, spiders, death, and a bug.
Eventually these fears shall all be swept under the rug.
Fight the fear.
Don’t weep a tear.
We are stronger when we push forward.
Weakness we cannot afford.
Confidence I used to lack.
Now I stride through crowds like I’m on the attack.
I avoided social interaction.
It was time that I took action.
I pushed through.
I bid those fears adieu.
I plucked up the courage.
Now, those fears are locked away in permanent storage.
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