I am so afraid to fail

I’d rather put myself in a box

Locked away with no spare key

I mean,

If I never make a mistake

No one can look down on me

If I never put myself on front street

I never have to worry about a car hitting me

I am not a perfectionist 

Every aspect of my life does not have to be perfect

Even though I feel I have struggled so much I deserve it

I’m that percent 

That breaks down when things don’t go my way

So I apologize if I come off kind

Of Spoils and rude

Like I hate the world

when there are just some things I simply can’t control  

I become overly dramatic

Expecting the world to crumble

Then I take a breath...

Glad that it didn’t 


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