Angry at myself

Angry at myself
Why don’t I stand up for myself, I am an individual. Why don’t I take the lead right now and end what grew a ritual. Why don’t I speak out what I feel, is there so much that I can lose. How come I think my dreams are real and made believe that’s left to choose. Where is the strength I once possessed, pure persistence made it mine. How come I changed it for some rest, a currency just worth a dime. How long will I sit and watch a show no one is asked to bear. What trigger is my path to cross before I simply even care. I may not be in the position, no. It may not be the right moment to step forward. You may not even be the ones I should adress to, but you better listen to me.