List Poem | Fear

I’m scared I’m a fraud.
An empty shell of promises.
I’m scared I’m a disappointment.
Did I leave them all behind?
I’m scared of my past.
Believing it dictates my future.
I’m scared of me.
I’m scared this life is not mine.
This is my fear, but this is not my life.
I’m a thousand mistakes, but I’m more than my fear.
I’m eager.

I’m free.

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