behindmyarmor
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Through his life in good and strife
A mask did he wear.
On face a grin, but not within
And smirk he did not dare.
On a whim, this boy so grim,
Soon to be a knight.
Step, breathe in, step, step, step, breathe out.
Don't forget to smile.
If it slips for even a moment, you suddenly transform into this perceived monster of unpleasant, dishonest and ungracious tendencies.
How dare you.
I hide behind an armor of confidence.
It shines its' silver on the eyes of anyone who sees it.
It seems strong,
It seems bold,
It seems unbreakable,
But this armor breaks away.