Poems

Coward.

This is a natural, normal, reoccuring thing. :) 

COWARD:

am nothing but a coward,

Always too scared to make the first move.

So many things to analyze, so much to learn,

In the end, I’m the one to lose.

I hate temporary possibilities,

The chance of things abruptly changing.

And I absolutely detest change,

Because I’m always lagging.

I don’t dare to be outgoing and all,

And make new friends on whim.

I don’t have the guts to smile,

And things becoming not what they seem.

I don’t dare to touch onto unfamiliar territory,

And do the best I can.

I can’t adapt fast enough,

And make fast new plans.

And I just can’t bring myself to start,

A friendly conversation with anybody.

I shrink back and hide from everyone else,

And in the end, I know nobody.

So I am a coward,

One that always fears.

I shall just stick to writing my poems,

And imagine being fierce.

And I shall pretend to be confident,

And witty and smart and strong.

I shall confuse my reality with fiction,

And mix what’s right with wrong.