I’m Scared

As I dance closer to the demarcation line

Between the present

And change

I know I will fail

To do myself justice in that near reality,

And though I will get back up and March on

Believing in nothing better

The scars I will bare

Will spell out “lesser”

In thick rubbery blocks

I put myself through enough judgment

I don’t need the help I am sure to get from the others

And still, I dance


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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