Can't.
Do.
It.

Don't feel able.

This chance -
it scares me.

What if I should fall?
What if I should fail?

All hopes
pinned on me -
too-heavy adornments.

Accessorised by expectation.

What if...?
What if...?
What if...?

Bombarded by platitudes
of supposed encouragement.

Not helping, you know!

Sign my release papers -
at least give me that,
a get-out clause.

If the tables were turned
I wouldn't pressure you so.