I ask myself
"Why not?"
"Why don't I do the things I want?"
"Why don't I say the things I want?"
"What's holding me back?"
Though, I know why.
I'm scared and afraid.
I'm afraid of everything not going
Just how I want,
And I only sit there in the end,
Watching it crumble.
I'm scared that I'm not strong enough,
Not strong enough to hold everything together,
And so I sit in silence,
Comfortable with where I am.
And while I sit, I sometimes ask
"Why not?".
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Poetry
Şiir"Every poem you write should be like someone reading your 'things'. It should be terrifying and incredibly embarrassing. "
