fear,
when i consider myself in the eyes of those i wish to keep near.
often life amongst people is difficult and I am clumsy.
while others have laboured to make it look easy,
i've remained clumsy.
but mediocrity murders those it comforts
like when i don't see the questions to my answers
and my answer is to go alone
trapped in my own mind like only the vain can be
isolated by what i know
all i can do is grow
and from the people i love accept each bone they throw.
and sometimes i write a poem.
