We crave applause
from the same strangers
we hide from.
We want to be chosen —
but not perceived.
We desperately seek validation
but fear rejection more.
So we hoard drafts and ideas.
Call them potential.
Worship them like gods,
we’re too scared to follow.
We call it research.
But behind the mask,
it’s just procrastination
in a productivity suit.
We reject ourselves
be…