I’ve realized recently I’m too scared. To write, Or sing, Or dance, Or do. To try things I think may not work, Or work on things I’m nervous to try. I’m too scared. I’m too scared you won’t like it, Or I won’t like it. Does liking even matter? I don’t know; I’m too scared to wonder. But I’m sick of being scared. Of failing, Being wrong, Doing wrong, Fucking up, Saying fuck. I don’t want to be. Anymore.