Fear shapes Whö You grow up to be
The weakness You feel and see
Forces You to face it
And overcome
Or turn tail & run
Like Me, for example
My greatest Fear was
Nobody understood Me
And that whenever I spoke
They would think I was Crazy
So I became a Poet, then I would know if
My words made sense, my words were Good
Unfortunately, instead, now they think I’m Lazy
I felt so out of place my entire life I was starting to believe that EVERYONE felt out of place… Sadly that’s not true 😦 but even when we’re not making sense our words are good.
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Having good words means we at least have something to show for our aimless wandering, haha
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