I'm standing here, looking at what surrounds me.
Who stands with me?
Looking at the roads ahead,
So many path's I can take.
The choice is easy, but the first step will be the hardest I'll ever make.
Fear of failing and once again losing it all.
This fear is what holds me here, in all this misery my dear!
Feeling all my past regrets, re~living my life and all my past mistakes.
Fear I'll fail once more,
knowing what's in-store.
I know there's more for me than all this misery, but this fear holds me here.
Too scared to take that first step, knowing this too I shall regret!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem