I’m coasting through my life,
Many chances unseen,
Perfection or failure–
I know nothing between.
I’m afraid to attempt,
Any new kind of feat,
For risk of the unknown,
Leaves my goals incomplete.
Before an honest chance,
I avoid and delay,
Then I self-sabotage,
Every step of the way.
And I’ll only engage,
If I’m sure I’ll succeed,
Never taking a chance,
So, my win’s guaranteed.
This way I’m protected,
But, I don’t dare to dream–
For I’m broadly inept,
With a low self esteem.
Of course, I’m missing out,
On any real progress,
For this fear of failure,
Never leads to success.
