I can hear my boyfriend sorting his laundry. My voice feels trapped in my throat. If I were home alone I would belt it out right now. What am I afraid of?
Being Mediocre.
I'm embarrassed to not be amazing.
Only because he knows that I dream of being great.
This means that if I'm mediocre, then I'll appear foolish.
I'm embarrassed by my lyrics. They're too honest to be comfortable
I could remind myself that I'm good but it's better to remind myself that being good doesn't matter. What matters is having fun. Be a trickster.