Atychiphobia [The fear of being wrong]
I start my day out
With fears, and frustration
Fighting with her voice
Just to prove what I feel
Nothing ever feels good enough
You sit there and wonder...why
Why does this beautiful girl
Hate herself so much
Maybe it's the insecurities
One after the other
Maybe it's the doubt
The fear- of being wrong
No matter how badly
I want to be accepted
I want to feel accomplished
I want to be ...somebody
I am afraid to conform
Afraid to be, just another face
Another life unknown
Perhaps the fool is me
For allowing my fears
To control me for so long