A Loser's Last Dream.

I would like to smile, if that is possible.

I would like to dance, but that's not probable.

I would like to cook, but I fear they will judge.

I would like to speak, but my mouth cannot budge.

I would like to run, to draw, jump, and sing.

But there are those who restrict me from spreading those wings.

I would like to be free, to exterminate fear.

To live, laugh, and love with those who are most dear.

Judgement is real, and I live in a shell.

Hiding in a hoodie, until the class bell.

I believe I'm not bad, I really do not.

But I'm afraid, and scared, of the ignorant lot.

I hope my fear fades, because I'm starting to dream.

I want to sow all gaps, close judging with a seam.