Life in Success?

I am afraid of success.

I am always stressed.

Keeping up appearances

just to stay coherent.

I have come this far.

Moving away to a place

where you can’t go to by car.

I am most scared by far

of all the stars.

I have done excessive work

on who’s important most, me.

I know it’s hard to see, but I do

care about thee.

I live alone so my thoughts are

hard to leave, all the darkness

that resides inside of me.

I smile so people don’t freak out,

but everyone judges me when I

don’t open my mouth.

How can I be my authentic self

if everyone tells me I should

change? I guess I am not good

enough, maybe I am just your

punching bag for blame?

But there is more to my

life than your opinion.

There is more to life than

what causes this feelin’.

I don’t pretend to not be myself

so I guess I don’t care?

I am afraid of success because

with it comes much responsibility.

Because appearances don’t

mean the world to me.

Because eventually, I’ll leave

this planet always being me.