Kept on a leash too short 
and tied to mother's apron strings,
you hide your fear of making mistakes
with numerous insignificant questions. 
A survey, a general consensus 
as to what your next move will be,
too afraid to stand on your own
and make faulty decisions
because of your neurotic perfectionism.
You are afraid of destroying the impeccable image
you've built your whole life of twenty years,
afraid of the chaos of the world collapsing
around your true, naked self.
Be not afraid, the pope says.
Break barriers, surprise the crowd, 
be your own person and get a life, I add,
for you shall be burdened with public opinion
and cursed with the life 
of a robot of the masses.


KCL13 | ugly duckling