I don't get to make mistakes.
Nothing I do is impulsive or rash.
Cold. Calculated. Meticulous.
Never spontaneous.
My blood never runs hot
and I'm not
reckless as my age would confess.
They say I never had the mind of a child
and they're right I guess

Now my head is on my shoulders
Firmly
But I can't help but wonder
Were we
meant to be bold so we can live?
Because I'm crawlingoutof my skin
Simmering red racingthrough my veins intomychestand
I want to breathe FIRE
No more plans
No more future
And I'm-
terrified
The world starts spinning
I start to cool
All the worries all the questions all the plans...
They never did me any good anyway
So before I can think
before I can doubt
Before I lose out
on another beautiful thing my caution causes me to miss
I'll make mistakes,
...if you insist

Don't worry
There are others like you
But it's going to be hard
You have to learn to control
your mind
your thoughts
Everything that spins relentlessly and simultaneously in your brain
You have to learn to vocalize
To take what's in your head and let it out
into the world.

And they might not understand

you have to keep trying
It's going to be hard
because not everyone has what you have
It's up to you to let them in
But you can do it
There are others like you
Don't worry