I've hid too much of myself for too long

Afraid of being told that I am wrong

of hearing that word

poseur

fearing gatekeepers

and wards

Forbade myself from trying in case I failed

and end up another sad laughable tale

Wouldn’t write, wouldn’t play, wouldn’t skate

Didn’t wanna get ridiculed for beginner mistakes

Never saying anything about what I'd think

I would always stay quiet and shrink

Tucked away interests in little boxes

Hung back and was the one who watches

I don't need to defend myself with knowledge of deep cuts

I like what I like and that’s good enough