Shall I?

Shall I pretend not to feel this hidden quiver?
That attack, not my body, but my mind
Like the whispers of an enemy, that’s reluctant to leave and loose but too coward to stand in front.

Shall I pretend not to feel this shivering mind?
A foolish mind that has not enough wits to just scream, scream, and scream.
A hopeful mind that has not enough magic to just sit down and have a small talk with many blessed, blissful, and blistering souls.
A mind that only think of it selves and nothing more, an egocentric, but authentic, and somewhat autistic mind.