It’s the fear that holds me back.
I’ve always said, it’s hesitation that kills my dreams.
The fear paralyzes me.
It’s getting thin.
After all, what do I have to fear?
I’ve been broken, disappointed and abused by the ones I love the most.
I should not care about the opinions of strangers, and I don’t.
What is it then?
I fear that no one will want to listen to what I have to say,
that I won’t help others by writing my thoughts.
That I’m not relevant.
As always, the fear is useless.
I should fear nothing except myself.
I am the only one who can hurt me, but I’m done doing that.
I must break through this fear and act.
I’ve known failure.
It can’t hurt me.