Afraid To Be Wrong Poem by Natasha Hetzel

Am I fearful, or am I strong?

Am I right, or am I wrong?

Will time come to tell it all,

or will it let me falsely fall?



When words don't turn out right,

then there is no reason to fight.

You decide to hold me tight,

And then turn in flight.



My heart aches, for our sakes.

My head hurts, from your careless flirts.

Yet, I can not run or turn away,

But instead I have decided to stay.



Am I fearful, or am I strong?

Am I right, or am I wrong?

Will time come to tell it all,

or will it let me falsely fall?