Why?

Why attempt? Why try?

I won’t soar, nor will I fly.

I stand there, a blank look on my face

think to myself “why am I in this place”

All of the eyes are piercing my soul, 

i hope they won’t stop me from reaching my goal.

What I have to say is on the tip of my tongue, 

but the chance that I’ll say it is a million to one.

The reasons I dread, the reasons I sigh

are understandable but I don’t know why. 

Why do I fear speaking aloud, 

expressing my ideas to my peers in the crowd?

To make a difference, starts with change in oneself 

i can no longer justify the fear that was felt. 

So I got up and spoke with no time to prepare 

looking into every piercing eye that stared. 

Though not easy, I must say,

I’m a better person because I overcame that day

This poem is about: 
Me

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