I am scared
To let any set of fresh eyes see me,
It has to be all at once I'm
So complicated, and I'm so full
Of things you won’t understand.
At first, I’m perfectly broken.

I am scared
To be told that
I am damaged,
Silly, strange, different, neurotic, psychotic
Unless you say those things
Like you will give them a chance,
And see that I am really
So grounded I’m dirt,
Raw earth and I’m stable
Sturdy and able.
I don’t change, but I grow.

I am scared
Not of what I am,
but of what I’m worth.
I know what I am,
But I know there’s a lot to know,
And you might look at me and think,
I have to much of
Everything to think,
To many words to speak,
And that
I am
Not
Worth
A thing.

I’m scared
But
I’m brave.