I often ask myself - "Why do I fear?"
Is it the fear to fall or is it the fear of not rising after the fall?
It is difficult to say what I fear more, but I fear both.
And in this fear,
I am in a status quo; keeping my head low.
The question is how far can I go if I keep it all below?
My mind battles every day.
Worries what people will say.
But should I even care?
When I know they will say it anyway?
It’s a phase and it shall pass.
But if I let my fears surpass,
I will be lost in what I am
And may not become what I Can.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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