Aesthetics

Scared

I'm mean

I'm rude.

I'm loud.

I'm scared.

Not to say all people like me are scared,

Scared, scared of their voice, their face, their words,

Scared of failing, scared of falling short, scared of being a disappointment.

Some people just like being jerks.

I wouldn't like to think I'm one of them.

I'd like to think I'm too nice for my own good, never saying no.

Never telling people their wrong, and that they've hurt me.

My friends say I'm hiding my love through mistreatment,

I won't give them the satisfaction of letting them know their right.

Whether it's not to late for me to change is up to me alone.

I'll find a way to care for others when I escape this maze of pain, anger, and resentment,

And find my prize of self-love.

Until then, I'm so scared.