The fear of being found out
Everything resting on a secret
No one can know
It is a secret
If something is spilled
Or said
The whole thing is ruined
It is like a braid
Or a rope
One loose end
And everything could fray
It is the fear of having someone care
The fear of someone knowing the truth
That honestly deep down
I am not superman
It is the fear
That someday
Maybe today
Someone might decide
To do something about it
That they might be able
To fix it
It is the fear
Of not being able to stand strong
Inside I break down
And huddle like a weakened child
What the heck is wrong with me?