I'm coasting through my life,
Many chances unseen,
Perfection or failure-
I know nothing between.
I'm Afraid to attempt,
Any new kind of feat,
For risk of the unknown,
Leaves my goals incomplete.
Before an honest chance,
I avoid and delay,
Then I self-sabotage,
Every step of the way.
And I'll only engage,
If I'm sure I'll succeed,
Never taking a chance,
So, my win's guaranteed.
This way I'm protected,
But, I don't dare to dream-
For I'm broadly inept,
With a low self-esteem.
Of course, I'm missing out,
On any real progress,
For this fear of failure,
Never leads to success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last two lines are highly appreciated dear poet.