Why was my stomach permanently knotted in fear?
Behind every smile hid a panic state. A state of discomfort
that no-one presumed; that aggressively consumed me.
It never stopped; day or night the sickening plight of mine
As evening fell, I took a glass of wine, and tried to be calm.
No harm in that. But as I appeared charming, the in-built
self-harming disease raged on. I was savaged and ravaged
With fear. That same fear that was now so victorious.