Category : Diary/Journal

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When I look down at my fears
I think of my feelings 
And when I think of them
I think what fear does that approach
Well the fear is...
How do I approach myself around others 
As if Anything I'll say will be what they want to hear
But then that's another fear at surface 
My potential 
What if the words I say will be the words they wouldn't want to hear?
What if in the way I say my words makes them die in laughter?
As if my feelings and potential are really holding me back
Why does this happen to me?
I always hesitate what I want to say in reality
But when I'm alone I think of the words quickly
As if they judge me because of my speaking 
As if they give a damn of my choice of words
When they laugh because I don't say what they like hearing  
They judge
Don't they know we're all human
They never listen to get the memos or quotes of messing with someone's feelings and potential. 
As if I'll ever listen to them 
I'll talk how I was born to talk
And that's because I'm a New Orleans girl 
Not everyone talks right
But those are my peeps 
Now I'm with rolling in a crowd of Texans 
Laughing at me because I don't fit their words
As if Anything I'd never give a damn what they think
They may talk better than me, but what's the use
My feelings are fragile
They could get hurt quickly 
My potential is still rolling with my discipline 
Which is what they don't have
As if anything were to happen because of the way I say my words 
I wish a person would
I'm not that fragile