i have an affinity, or so it seems,
for torturing myself with hopes and dreams;
so i do my best to tuck them away,
never mention them, or put them on display.
i have this insane apprehension--this fear
that failure is all i will ever hear;
and so i wish to fall flat on my face in secrecy
for fear they would think less of me.
i understand that logic would have me share
so they may hold my hand and show me they care;
but alas, i find myself suffering alone
fidgeting in anticipation that is all my own.
i am bound by this crux of hopes and dreams,
that echo in my mind with silent screams.
inspired by my current state of mind (which i'd much rather forget) and by Three Word Wendesday [3WW=affinity, fidget, mention].