For the fear. What's stopping me?

I had a relevant fear, I screamed it at the top of my lungs but did you hear?

Crying and fighting for you to listen, I finally gave up.

I don't need words anymore to further express the regret, further explain my mistakes, furthering your sharp, dirty looks.

I've become lost in my own sea of ideas that would one day change everything

but what is stopping my true feelings?

What is causing all of this pain?

What is holding me back?

"So we escape from our mistakes but they wait patiently for us" - La Dispute