Trapped by the giant looming large
its shadow creates darkness
all around
hard to tell which way to go
hard to tell between friend and foe.
Hastened heart beating all the while
Lines of stress hard to hide
Anger and anxiety hard to deny
A regular day seems far from sight
Tiny hands brace my face
Worry not mom, everything will turn right
Every lie of mine, you caught it in no time
This time too the lie will not die .
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