I want to do so much
But I'm afraid
that my tries worsen the trauma
that my cries will strike a nerve
that my effort is burdensome
Navigating this world that has been built by the hands and thoughts of so many
Where is there room for me to carve out my place?
To lay the foundation in place where we can all be happy
Maybe my attempts are futile
But they stay more useless the more they exist only in my head
