The Real Me
I'm afraid scared inside yet
my feelings I well hide.
Worried thoughts tears I hold
inner pain left untold.
Panic grips my heart tight
as I weep alone at night.
How I got here I don't know
yet, my fears will never show.
Only those who read the words I write
share the secrets of my fright.
Face to face you'll never see
the real person trapped in me.
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