My greatest strength is to be different
But never to follow my dreams
Take a path worth fearing
Giving myself to the glass ceiling
Fear the path worth taking
Doubting the talents others see in me
Pushing back
Resisting the urge
I ignore my calling and live in my reality
Give myself to the wrong
Lowering my self worth
Fight against what's right
Taking the path that's supposed to be unknown
To be a victim to my own mind
I abuse the broken system I was given
Never be the hero
To break out of my own prison
I see my weaknesses
And fear losing my comfort
Knowing I'm still not comfortable
Being who I'm not
I see my goals every night
But freeze
I'm afraid to break the ice of failure
But I hate staying in the quick sand of normal regret
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