My Biggest Fear

I am afraid, no terrified, of being a disappointment.

My mother never fails to remind me that I have so much talent,

that I have everything going for me.

I know she brags about me now.

But, what if I don't do everything she expects me to?

How quickly will I dissapoint her?

What will it take?

I am stretching myself so thin to please everyone.

How long can I keep it up?

I know the day is coming that I will dissapoint those around me.

I know that will destroy me,

but what destroys me even more is the realization that I have already disappointed myself.

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