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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