If creativity fails me,
and the laziness takes me,
It does not have anyone,
Nobody more than my person.
No mood of solar sadness,
or without encouragement at all,
I just ride because I can,
When my spirit is mourning.
I do not know about poetry,
and neither is it philosophized.
And what takes me forward,
It is the pure fear of failing.
When my spirit is mourning,
and I can only rhyme,
the letters flow like spring,
But a sense do not give them.
The poetry meaningless,
It is equal to the food without salt,
which you eat when you are hungry,
But you do not want to repeat ever.
It does not have it
nobody more than a person,
because when I fail, I declined,
My heart is shocked, and of the nothing I cry.
I do not philosophize,
And this to many impresses,
Well, from my mind they do altar,
And from my personality, another person.
I'm just young and inexperienced,
and to hate, I hate myself a lot,
When I wait too much,
or nothing at all.
I fall, roll and hurt myself,
I take air and shout a scream.
I'm sitting on the floor,
Taking my pride game.
I get up a thousand and one times,
more damaged than previous time,
Trying to keep going,
Without a cold or heat.
What takes me forward,
It is the fear of failing.
And with fear nobody grows,
Nobody wins, nobody defeats.
I was not born to impress anyone,
And fear does not let me grow.
That only increases the chances
To fail, not to beat.
As I was not born to shine,
I will be a star,
shining with such beauty,
Until you touch it explode.
Look without judging,
And I promise to surprise you.
Because the fear is once seen,
And I have ever overcome.
Of me do not do altar,
because I'm not poet,
I do not know philosophize,
And to hate me, I hate myself a lot.
Of my internal demons, I have to blame anyone,
And from my future I am the owner.
Look at me, that I will be a star.
Look without judging.
If the fear of failing is what takes me on,
I will go so quickly that I will leave behind.
If I go forward, I leave the fear behind,
Look at me that I will be a star,
Look at me that I'm going to reign.
Greetings to the Hive community! 馃檹馃槉
With this poem, the goal was both self-desception and fear of failure that have tormented me since I have memory. I do "poems", or those which are in reality, as a way of ventilating what I feel.
When I remember that I will not have eternity and that I will eventually I will have to face my problems, I usually fill out of anxiety and confine myself. But, as I said before, I do not have time or resources to continue doing such a thing, so I have to go ahead, even in the midst of this situation, as can.
This is my form of self-separation, What is yours?
