Scared Little Rabbit

Scared little rabbit who doesn’t know what she wants,

They believe you’re strong and have all the right answers.

If only they could see what’s inside you…

Your life seems under control but your brain is totally out of it.

The thoughts in your head are louder than your own words,

And there’s nothing you can do to drown them.

You doubt every single thing you do,

You’re one poke away from collapsing, for reasons unknown even to yourself.

Pressure gets to you and unnerves you, but your head is hard as a stone.

You refuse to give in to them, and this is where all your troubles lie...

What they want versus what you believe is right,

What you think you want versus what you really need,

What you’re willing to do, what you’re scared to do, what you know you’re capable of but are too lazy to fight for…

Such a wimp, a scared little rabbit.

Round and round and round your mind goes,

Over and over and over the same thing, never seeming to find an answer,

Until it hurts to think.

It hurts to an extent that makes you cry.

You cry because you can’t decide, you don’t know, you’re not sure, you’re too tired.

God, you’re tired!

Tired of the pressure, tired of the guilt, tired of disappointment, of the bad decisions, of wasted time and energy, of thinking too much and feeling too much and mixing them both up.

You’re tired of things incomprehensible to your strong mind and fragile heart, tired of the magnets that pull you the wrong way and the strong wind that pushes you when want to stay.

Tired of the doubts... oh the doubts! They're the worse, the worse ever. They eat you up inside. They’re even worse than worry; because with worry, you’re relieved when you take your decision, but the doubts, they can stay forever!

Oh, you scared little rabbit, when will you grow up? When will you know? When will you be free? Free of the voices inside you that speak louder than you, free of the chains of doubt that keep you from flying, free of your own fragile tiny self...