I reason the scariest thing is not, being myself

but not being accepted

I think the scariest thing is not, not being part of the crowd

but not being myself.

It's scary when I don't really care

and there's this push from behind

and this pull from ahead

and I'm not sure where I take my mind

so I'm dragged

this way and that

and when my skin touches the ground

it scrapes off and bleeds.

I want to walk

by myself

but I'm too afraid that my muscles aren't developed

and if I stood now

I'd only fall

and scrape my knees until they bleed.

The stone is too hard

and I've left the meadow

where I could have only received grass stains

to mark my fall,

and now I haven't even left my safe haven...

I wonder if I should ask

to be let down?

Would I land softly?

Would I land in a place that I know?