This is the day for slaying my fears
for killing the moment
and emerging from the rubble that is my life, like one of Shakespeare's tragic heroes
This is the day.
This is the day for correcting mistakes
And forgetting the ones I can't fix
moving on and living as if nothing can touch me
This, this is the day.
I worry too much about hurting other people
and all I wind up doing is hurting myself instead
I'm afraid to stab a friend in the back.
So I shoot myself in the foot.
I talk about living life with my heart on my sleave
but I don't.
Some days I wonder if I even have a heart.
I need to move on, to get out of this one hat town
But I'm too busy thinking about the people I'll leave behind.
I'm scared to kill the moment, even though it's mine to kill
I'm scared to walk away, even though lingering is risky
but I don't want to walk with my eyes fixed on the ground
Or to run, constantly glancing over my shoulder
I think it's high time that I stopped hiding behind my cliches
and just lived.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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