I'm afraid
scared inside
yet, my feelings
I well hide.
Worried thoughts
tears I hold
inner pain
left untold.
Panic grips
my heart tight
as I weep
alone at night.
How I got here
I don't know
yet, my fears
will never show.
Those who read
the words I write
share the secrets
of my fright.
Face to face
you'll never see
the real person
trapped in me.
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Yes, the brevity of the lines reinforce the sense of 'access restriction'. Good write with clever use of irony. Warmly, Gina.