Can you see them?

Are they out in the open?

Can you tell that they are even there?

Are they hidden that well?

 

The things I carry are complicated.

The memories of the past,

The actions of the present,

The possibilities of the future,

All of it makes me unsure.

 

I see light the above,

But I’m pinned below.

 

They nag at me,

But I do not replay.

They tell me things,

But I do not repeat them.

 

The insecurity of not understanding,

Not understanding the people around me.

They keep me blind from the world around me,

They keep me away.

I am scared of every action I make,

All because of them.

 

The things I carry,

That I do not understand.

 

Would you like to see,

The things I carry?

Would you like to hear,

All about them?

 

They keep me under,

My lack of confidence.

They keep me away,

My fear of judgement.

They haunt me,

My regret.

 

I fear the things I carry

Because I understand them.