Twisting and turning

and pushing and pulling but

what if it breaks?

How durable are we

really?

You'll be proud

I'm learning how to be wrong

How to be imperfect

How to be me.

It's exhausting

Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it

But not for very long.

As soon as I laugh

I'm back at it.

Flubbing up,

accidentally interupting people,

being rude,

only scoring average grades,

taking it all way too personally.

But it's good overall

Because now I know

It's okay to be wrong.

To trip over nothing

To say the wrong thing

It's not that big of a deal. 

It's even okay to get laughed at

Not knowing the right answer

Is also okay.

If you're unsure of yourself 

You have all the more reason

to speak.