Who sings me to bed
When I can't sleep?
Who cheers me on
When I doubt a step?
When disappointment bangs my head
Who soothes my fears?
If and when I dare to rise
The naysayers who once hunkered
Their scorn and plotted my silence
Do they rally around me, endangered?
Why do I care so much?
That I risk everything I could be?
'cause who cares?
Really, who cares that much about me
To see of me a wretched failure?
Note:
No two emotions are the same, but one thing leads to another: disappointment, fear, and a lack of external validation will make you vulnerable. Perhaps, by nature, we perpetuate our anxieties by assuming the world thinks as much about us.