What if it were not for my apprehension,
what could become of this craft?
For feeling outcast, late, insufficient, more.
Never thought i'd be my own best defense; my own obstacle, a pitfall if you will
What doesnt seem natural, has become a part of-
blaitant contrast to the charm, the confidence, the articulation, the foresight.
Yes I said foresight.
So i guess its safe to say that this demon hides well,
Sabotage may we call it
Stupidity pretty surely
Your biggest fear, they ask, a tap dance-
I mask.
Effortless I task,
rearview mirror
In my bag
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