SCARED

 


SCARED 

I am scared 

Scared of my own potentials

I don’t slack at that

Those that I do with all glee and joy


I am scared

Scared that society won’t accept what I do

Frightened that I’ll be called names

Names which will kill my dreams

Simply because I’m too good at it


Why am I hyper 

Why am I too known 

Why do I put in too much energy 

Why can’t I do what they want to see


Standards of society are my limitations 

To them, life is scripted 

And I must follow suit

No life of my own 

Because ‘society cares’


Said love that has swallowed destiny’s 

Scripted life which has left the world in disarray 

I’m obedient and that’s what they adore 

Because I follow that which they say and impose 


The world would have been better 

But my piece of deposits is stuck in my bosom 

That, which have the tendency to transform lives,

It’s still implanted in me

Just because I am SCARED! 

SCARED of my own potentials.


MaakaaWrites. 

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