Afraid to create everyday

Afraid I’ll make a fool of me
Afraid I’ll drive myself insane
Afraid I’ll see that all I do
Is self-indulgent selfish vain

Afraid I’ll show a part of me
A part I’ve shown to handful few
The few who’ve hurt me countless times
Afraid I’ll open scars anew

Afraid I’ll have anxiety
Afraid I’ll choke on what to say
Afraid I’ll be afraid throughout
Of making something good someday

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