In my midst Poetry

Known to Unknown

My story is trusted again by people I care about.
Praying the aftermath will be favorable to me.
I'm worried about the judgment I might receive.
Still envision, they will be glad about the effect.

Afraid to begin, but attempts are needed.
While reciting my speech, I am terrified.
I am fighting my paranoia, not overtake my deed.
Cause this emotion is still disguised.

A piece of me is known yet real is unknown