Steady Mind, Shaken Heart

I’m told that I am brilliant,
I seem to be adored.
I am protected as if precious.
I am accomplished
and unyielding. 
So, why is it that
his dazzling face
and simple tiny smile
have me feeling
nothing more
than idiotic,
anxious,
feeble,
and terrified.

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