Analysis Paralysis

In a room I sit,

Given a phone with power to connect,

But instead of talking,

I'd rather push myself to neglect.

A pen, a blank page to fill,

I want to make a statement so bold,

Yet the fear of it being too much,

Leaves the statement untold

A piece of clay, untouched on the sheet,

A chance to let myself out and mesmerise

But instead of sculpting,

I look around for critical eyes

Topics I care about,

A chance to share my voice,

But my quest to find all the judgmental eyes

Leave me silent without a choice.

In my personal hell,

The fear of failure holds me back,

And I'm left with nothing to tell,

Except for the courage that I lack.

In this space of my own design,

I'm both the prisoner and the guard,

Held captive by my own mind,

Forever trapped and forever barred.