Fight the fear
Stand up about to fight, but it’s already won
I try to prove myself, but wind up looking dumb
And everybody’s round’ the corner, ya they’re sneaking up
Saying that my fear is really only missing guts
This doubt inside me, calls me, saying all I am is bluff
I’m breaking down, how do I live if I’m not good enough?
I’m fighting fear, it comes with highs, lows and in-betweens
But in the end I know the fear ain’t as strong as me.
This poem is about:
Me