I care too much about what other people will say, think, and feel.
I am conscious whether I am doing it right or wrong.
I always worry about the “what if”, and “what may”.
I fear what my eyes couldn’t see.
Having second thoughts whenever things go opposite of what was planned.
But I call myself dauntless for seeking thrills.
I say okay even it isn’t.
I keep silent even though I wanted to scream.
I laugh so I could hold back my tears.
I show confidence when hiding is my first option.
Always doubting myself when it’s me who should first believe.
But I claim to have a brave heart for standing still.
Now I am confused of who I really am.
Am I nothing but a wallflower wishing to be a white rose?