Sometimes I get distracted,
No, I always do-
I'm scared of what you'll think of me
When I post a new opuss.
I worry if I'm good enough
To be among the poets,
You guys are so much better at this,
I'm not afraid to show it.
I know I will get better,
But only time will tell-
If I'll ever feel a true part-
Of this amazing little world.
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