I stand on the side lines
Watching, waiting, wanting
To stand up
But too afraid so I back down
I catch my self watching the game
Trying not to care
I quietly search for the score
Me: zero
It flows in all my thoughts
I want to stand
I want to run
Then I will be free of this guilt
But
How will I do?
Will I finish first?
or will I be disqualified before I start?
So I'll walk, not risking the truth or rushing the game
What is the truth? What is this game?
Should I wish for others to know my interest?
Without me saying or doing anything?
But what are the chances some one falling for me then?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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