You told me I'm a lion,
That concerns itself much too often
With the opinions of sheep.
I worry too much,
Let's be honest.
I apologize too much,
And it hurts not to say sorry for that.
I am afraid
Almost constantly,
But overcoming my fear
Drives me
To be
Who I am.
If I am a lioness,
I am a queen,
And then I ask of you,
With a crack in the demand of my voice,
Be my king?
You claim I could not hurt a fly,
I could not hurt a soul,
But it is a choice,
Can't you tell?
To sheathe my claws
And not bare my teeth.
I could choose to be vicious,
I could choose to be cruel,
But vapid venom has no interest to me.
I choose to show weakness,
I choose to be vulnerable,
I choose to be
The me I accept.
Maybe I shouldn't concern myself
With the opinions of sheep,
But some sheep are wolves.
Though,
I suppose,
With the king of the jungle
At my side,
There's no need to fear
A pup that's too big for his britches.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC
You told me I'm a lion,
That concerns itself much too often
With the opinions of sheep.
I worry too much,
Let's be honest.
I apologize too much,
And it hurts not to say sorry for that.
I am afraid
Almost constantly,
But overcoming my fear
Drives me
To be
Who I am.
If I am a lioness,
I am a queen,
And then I ask of you,
With a crack in the demand of my voice,
Be my king?
You claim I could not hurt a fly,
I could not hurt a soul,
But it is a choice,
Can't you tell?
To sheathe my claws
And not bare my teeth.
I could choose to be vicious,
I could choose to be cruel,
But vapid venom has no interest to me.
I choose to show weakness,
I choose to be vulnerable,
I choose to be
The me I accept.
Maybe I shouldn't concern myself
With the opinions of sheep,
But some sheep are wolves.
Though,
I suppose,
With the king of the jungle
At my side,
There's no need to fear
A pup that's too big for his britches.
Just a thought.
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