Fear

The fear of being found out

Everything resting on a secret

No one can know

It is a secret

If something is spilled

Or said

The whole thing is ruined

It is like a braid

Or a rope

One loose end

And everything could fray

It is the fear of having someone care

The fear of someone knowing the truth

That honestly deep down

I am not superman

It is the fear

That someday

Maybe today

Someone might decide

To do something about it

That they might be able

To fix it

It is the fear

Of not being able to stand strong

Inside I break down

And huddle like a weakened child

What the heck is wrong with me?

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