I am just a rabbit Not brave or strong I have some fears things I'm not fond wolves and birds but mostly

of the things other rabbits may see if they look

inside of me. I'm scared if I talk I'll be thought a fool If they knew How I can be fears tool How it manipulates twists and stabs I long it's something I did not have

Fear of failure

Fear of success

Why did my father

put me in such a mess

Love of friend

Love of foe

Bitter regret

Why won't it let go!

I wish

I could just see

The real rabbit

inside of me When I draw my sword The fear I strike In the true foe The strength nothing could fight! but, but, Right now I can only see the weakness and fear in front of me.