I tried
I went there
Right up to the door
But i ran away
Three times
And i dont know
Why im scared
To just knock
Just knock and walk in
But i couldnt do it.
What is behind the door
That i am
So afraid of?
Just a desk
And a person
Thats all
But theres so much more.
Behind that door,
It could hold my future
The one i want to live
Change
The good kind of change maybe.
Maybe
Maybe i will be bad change
And i wont be able
To go back
Or maybe
What im trully afraid of is
Nothing
Nothing changing
Going past that door
And nothing
Coming of it.
YOU ARE READING
Exposed
PoetryHere i am With my thoughts My doubts My feeling All layed out Right here Exposed.