so it's pressure on my poetry i revealed my superman to those who have only known me as clark kent and the powers of my word play have now created a voice of their own but i'm not ready. fear is stifling and yeah i know that's not how you grow but who said i was trying to grow the point was to release escape or maybe even forget but growth was never on my list this has potential to be judgment to have my raw emotions voiced to ears with open eyes that know my face there is no hiding but i'm sure there will be judgement regardless if it is good or bad it is my life it is real to me this is pressure. i'm flattered by the new found faith in me but i've been doing this all my life and i still don't hardly trust it to the public this is fear i know these people but what if they don't know my emotions what if my words were to descriptive or not enough no this is not self doubt this is conscious thinking before i walk the plank would you allow the less glamorous pieces of your life to be spoken to your peers better yet would you be brave enough to tell your own story if so then teach me cause my judgement day is tonight i hope they get it i hope they love it i hope they at least respect the courage it takes for me to go spit it.