The Uncertainty Paradox
I am uncertain.
Maybe?
I’m not so sure…
Perhaps I’m just embarrassed.
But what if my embarrassment is for a reason this time?
And I am actually incompetent, which is worse.
Or awkward?
Are those the same thing?
Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about.
Even when describing myself.
I could never ask them for the truth.
Because that would make me cry.
Just like I’m doing right now.
I think I am uncertain.
And embarrassed, incompetent, and awkward as well.
Maybe I’ll always be wondering…
And that’s who I am.
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