The Greatest Mentor

The fear of not knowing,

The fear of know growing,

The fear of not showing

How great of a person I can be.



It’s what multiplies me

And makes others see

What I am truly meant to be.



These deadlines hang over my head like bleeding soul,

Well maybe I can turn that fear into shining gold;

Fear is what makes a girl so bold!



I’ll spread my wings and fly

To fear, I’ll never say goodbye.

It’s the lows that may you feel so high!



It’s ironic that you’re my greatest driving force

When in reality all I ever is run, of course

I run from this well-masked Trojan horse.

Its name is fear.

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