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Too afraid to paint my reality, What if my sketc

Too afraid to paint my reality, What if my sketches show too much? Or what if they show too less, And then are deemed fake By the pen of the critic? Yes, the pen I often hold, As I describe the frailties of others. But the pen falls short, As I try to write my own words. What if my words are criticized, Of lacking luster and warmth? What if I say too much about me, And am deemed a rambling narcissistic? (full poem in the caption) "Fear? Fear is abstract for me, Haven't you heard? It is merely, A fragment of your unconscious, Telling you that you can't be something, Or overcome the object of your inhibition. Fear is a forced frailty, A learned helplessness… Don't you believe me?
Too afraid to paint my reality, What if my sketches show too much? Or what if they show too less, And then are deemed fake By the pen of the critic? Yes, the pen I often hold, As I describe the frailties of others. But the pen falls short, As I try to write my own words. What if my words are criticized, Of lacking luster and warmth? What if I say too much about me, And am deemed a rambling narcissistic? (full poem in the caption) "Fear? Fear is abstract for me, Haven't you heard? It is merely, A fragment of your unconscious, Telling you that you can't be something, Or overcome the object of your inhibition. Fear is a forced frailty, A learned helplessness… Don't you believe me?
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