Childhood Disputes

I've been standing outside your door

for what feels like years

and I'm just too frightened to knock.

I stare down at the clean paved floor

fighting with my fears

and fighting with the ticking clock

for the time is running away,

but I just can't speak

when I know it really matters.

Just what could I possibly say,

when feeling so weak,

to keep our friendship from tatters?

So rather than me being brave,

without any sound

I make my biggest mistake yet.

My knowing heart a hollow cave

I turn back around

and slunk to a home of regret...