My eye see critics all around me. So, I stay hidden safe in my notebook where eyes can not see me. My words are safely  locked away, the words I wish I could say. Anxiety... A curse to your life. Fear of the outside looking inside. Fear of imperfections you try to hide. Fear of the halls that buzz with gossip and wandering eyes.  Fear consumes my life and makes decisions before I can clear my mind. Fear can not find me when I open a blank paper. Fear is a lie when ink and paper collide. Here is where I can be safe. Here is where I don't have to hind.


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