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But what if

I know I can sing
but what if I get a roasting?
I know I can dance
but what if I mess up my chance?

I know I can write
but what if it's not right?
I know I can seize the stage 
but what if I stutter and disengage?

I know I can act
but what if I can't make an impact?
I know I can speak
but what if I sound meek?

I know I don't want to be like the rest
but what if I am not the best?
I know I can put up a fight
but what if I fail downright?

I know I want to be in my own skin
but what if I don't fit in?
I know I have a voice
but what if nobody accepts my choice?

I know I can soar high
but what if nobody wants to see me fly?
I know I have my own vibe
but what if I never find my tribe?

I know I can stay strong
but tell me, just for how long?

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