07-06-2024, 05:31 AM
...I can't sing.
I can't SING, can't find the TUNE,
Lost in this cycle, afternoon to moon.
Thoughts JUMBLED, a tangled mess,
Fear and doubt, a relentless STRESS.
What's become of my creativity,
Trapped in this cage of Apogoitefsiphobia's captivity?
Words stumble, ideas drift, In the shadows, creativity adrift.
I YEARN to break free, to soar so high....
To paint with words, touch the sky~
But I hesitate, second-guess,
Struggling with this creative DISTRESS.
...Lower the bar, or aim for the stars?
For it's not about perfection, --THEY SAY,
But the courage to try, DAY by... DAY.
To sing my own song, find my own way~,
In the dance of words, come what may...
...
Am I ... a disappointment? I ask with dread,
As thoughts swirl heavy, a storm in my ...head.
To see his face, expectations high~,
...Yet met with a sigh, a longing sigh.
In this labyrinth of doubt and woe,
I struggle to find where I should go.
That FEAR of failure, I should clean my sight...
...But Apogoitefsiphobia grips is just so, so tight.