My fear.
Though I like to think I've conquered it,
I haven't.
I know this, always.
Fear comes between the smallest cracks,
Makes the tiniest of barriers,
Filling with potentials:
Embarassment, lack of confidence, you know the drill.
It comes between my ideas,
My speeches,
My love.
I try, but I fail.
I try being inspiring.
It's no lie, I honestly feel that way.
But I can't always be like that,
And it's tearing me apart.
I shake when I give a speech.
I go silent when I talk to my love.
I hesitate when I participate in pep rallies.
Uncertainty and fear dominating my thoughts.
I was so social when I was young.
Why was I stripped of something so fun?
It would have made me more myself, more daring.
I know I can do so much if I only had the guts to try.
Oh, but you don't believe me, do you?
Charizard_100 is confident.
But my real name is not Charizard,
Nor am I as confident.
I wish I could be a million different things,
All the while remembering my past is me.
But I just wish I could have been more open,
So I don't have to fear losing my love as well...
YOU ARE READING
The Rhythmic, Blue Cat
PoetryThis is my poem book. Enjoy, since many people have enjoyed my poems! These are my feelings, so please do keep that in mind. Yes, the cover is Bluestar. I couldn't find a blue cat other than her, who is arguably the most famous blue cat.
