Yes, Gilded

My eyes are wet, but I promise I'm not crying. The more I approach the threshold, my last resort is lying. my looks lie, my words lie, my actions are so far from truth they've surpassed a lie. My smile so thin it breaks under its own reflection My feelings so false they hide themselves in depths of my mind My actions are never my actions only my insecure reactions Everyday to keep your true self a secret is the harshest torment. It is a self-inflicted punishment of the pusillanimous. A barrier to the outside accepting attack Yes, I am gilded I carry a champions disposition ,but I am a loser. I am a loser for all the honesty I have lost