The fear of being seen controls me like a puppet master.

I’m afraid I’ll make a wrong move and it’ll be a disaster.

I cave myself inward, shrinking smaller and smaller.

I tap into my ego with the hopes to install her.

I buckle my mask and tighten my cloak.

Suppressing my spirit, almost making it choke.

Trepidation dictating me like I’m its disciple.

Toying with my mind causing it to stifle.

So I bury away and shove into a box.

Sealing it away so it never unlocks.