I'm sorry...

What's wrong with me?
Am I scary?
Do I frighten you away?
Or am I simply neat enough to keep around, but not enough to inspire passion.
Well, I want inspiration.
I was once petrified, paralyzed and terrified.
But yesterday I was called fearless by someone who didn't know me before.
I belong to more, I deserve more than to pine away after nothing.
The Lion's breath gave me color and life again,
And so I'll carve my fate out of the petrified stone that I once was.
I don't need another.
I am what I am.
I am who I am,
And I apologize to no one.