My lips are laced with the bitter taste
Of all the words left unspoken.
Actions taken, motives mistaken,
And promises another's broken.

Now how I lie, still afraid to cry,
Behind the armour I have built.
They'll see I fail, and see that I'm frail,
Damaged behind the glitter and gilt.

Hide behind rage, let it be my cage,
But pretend that I am still free.
Strive for control, as I lose my soul
To the illusion of what is me.

But will I drown, if the walls come down?
Cracks in the armour appear.
Will I be saved, or again enslaved,
By the power of a single tear?

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