my palms glistened with the dew of my anxiety
i was caught in a moment of terror
i feared never feeling good enough
i feared they'd find out
my heart beat hit my chest, harder each time
my breaths were shallow, i was lost in my mind
the words they spoke were unintended for me, but they cut like knives across my skin
this was why i hid
so that they could never say i was selfish
at least not to my face
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