Rousing Sharp Quiver

My phone is on silent.

It’s quiet.

My mind yes is frightened.

Deny it.

A ring would deliver,

The rousing sharp quiver.

Of body and mind;

Therefore, I just hide.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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