Fear Itself

No one knows but me my fear
No one cares or sheds a tear.

To look with cursory glance,
one would not have an inkling
of my distress or trembling.

Shoulders straight and chest held high,
I walk with calm assurance
playing an all-is-well stance.

Alone in my room I cringe
and anxiously I wallow –
pyrrhic triumphs are hollow.

Eyes glistened and heart shuddered,
Why do I do what I do?
No one hears the words I spew.

Slumped in my chair, I flinch.
With odds against me, I fold –
bitterness at last takes hold

Thus muddling in constant dread,
I do have my daily bread.

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