I am but the remnants of my mother’s hopes,
the dregs of unachieved goals and unfinished dreams.
Nothing more than a collection of phobias, and anxieties.
I’ve built a fort, the walls made from apathy, and a life lived without risks,
Unachieved potential, unused talent, and ignored opportunities.
I have crippled myself in the hopes I’d never have to feel alone.
So I never have to feel pain, or be disappointed, or have my heart broken.
What a fool I’ve been.