If I keep my lips closed
I won’t say anything I regret
I won’t be given stares
No one will throw hateful words at me
I won’t be thinking for the entire day
Did I say the right thing?
Will people understand what I said?
What if they hate me?
If I never make goals
I won’t be afraid to see the outcome
Or be disappointed of how things turned out
I won’t wonder
What could I have done better?
If I never choose to make choices
I will never make the wrong choice
I won’t be blamed for what I did
Or what I didn’t do
But then what?
I don’t have a voice
A dream
A life
I will have nothing
And that is much worse than the pain of failing
So why can’t I speak up?
Why can’t I make goals?
Why can’t I make choices?
Why can’t I take that first step to living?