Confession

I hate the fact that I stutter
and badly slur my words

I hate the fact that I try to
cover it up with silence

My heart breaks over the fact that
I can't have an actual relationship with
my friends, or family
I'm so alien to them

I hate to disappoint so often
So I avoid their eyes at all times
Too afraid to see their shame

I despise the fact that I am so ashamed of
myself
What is there to be ashamed of?
I should be proud
I'm pretty awesome

I fear my fear
because it's holding me back from so much
My potential is limitless
My impact could be astounding

And I hate myself
because I'm too afraid to try

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