I am Afraid

I am afraid that I am nothing
There are writers with words
Far better than my own
Words that creep--near silent
Or fly with frantic leap
The type the muddle minds
Or slice through foggy thoughts
They do it all so easily
And I cannot keep up

I am afraid that I am nothing
School wasn't made for geniuses
Yet, they fill the halls
An "A" is always within-reach
Tests? 100, nothing less
Projects, speeches, poster boards
The children of the hour
They forge their success flawlessly
And I cannot compete

I am afraid that I am nothing
Musicians are not rare
Many with a certain touch
For the hidden side of sound waves
Their noise is liquid,
Fluttering like wind through rooms
Where they sit--just warming up
They find it merely second-nature
And I cannot compare

I am afraid that I am nothing
In crowded rooms, a thousand voices shine
People with sparkle in their eyes
Endless jokes to fill the silence
Agreeable in every way
Confident when not
Smiling impeccably
They woo their fans with ease
And I cannot contend

I am afraid that I am nothing
Because I have no perfect art
An average person
Spread out wide
Writer, learner, music-maker
Shy of things that would stand out
In this world, I'm nothing great
And I am scared of that