Stephanie Atwood Hidden TurmoilI seem stoic When you mock me I appear composed When you sneer I feign a calm air When you strike me I exert indifference When you leave me behind
No matter how sonorous the din I cannot forget No matter how quick I run I cannot escape No matter how effective my ammunition I cannot fight No matter how thick my blinders I cannot ignore
There is nothing that can protect me From the fear within
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