The Facade

I fear them knowing who I am.

I fear the day when I am no longer able to keep up the facade.

I fear that the real me will never be good enough. 

I fear the judgements.

I fear the abuse.

I fear the critism.

All I do is fear.

That is why I stay hidden under my own blanket.

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