Things Better Left In Paper

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WARNING: CONTENT MIGHT BE TRIGGERING

The fear creeps its way in again.
My breath hitches.
My hands start to shake.
My eyes well up with tears.
Here I am again, filled with anxiety.
Anxious about things that are yet to happen.
My mind fills with sharp thoughts.
Sharp enough that I bleed.
I bleed in blue, a pitiful attempt at vulnerability.
So I close it up, afraid for others to see.
To see the real me.
I wipe the blood and tears away.
Paint on a smile, maybe it'll fool them.
Maybe it'll fool me.