Losing FearMature

I hate
that I am so scared
of who I will become
the kind of head
I will have on my shoulders
I can swear
up and down
that I will never
be like them
but that does not mean
I know what the future holds
but I can try
my hardest
to be the person
they could never be
standing tall
and proud
and unafraid
able to say
I will accomplish
much more
than you let me believe
able to say
I took control
I am
my own person
I am

The End

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