Sonnet: Confession

I always do this. I must learn to break this habit:
I never see things through. If chance should have it
that I must choose something dull or something new,
I go for my comfort zone. The thing that threw
me off first time was trampoline lessons, and being shy,
and now I cannot count the times
I have flown instead of fought. I know I ought
to change my ways, mature, grow a pair,
but still the case remains that there’s
a part of me that can’t handle adrenaline,
and instead of trying, always throws the towel in.
True:
I am no good at seeing things through,
and I regret that this hurts you.