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Sensitive I am to voice and sound
For these reveal what lurks around
How does this feel? What to expect?
My every step must be correct.
Stepping wrong is too easy, though,
And often before I know it I go
Off the path to go sliding down
And slam hard, too hard, on the ground.
I take myself up, I must not cry
Must not seem weak, for I despise
Vulnerability in myself, in me
Weaknesses others must never see.
Too many daggers have pierced my skin
To lay waste to what lies within.
But armor is bulky, and armor is weight
It's only covering myself in hate
Hatred of self, distrust of 'friends'
Where armor begins, friendship ends.
To reveal myself to the world at large
Is a fearsome thing, yet still I charge
Into the fray, to the battle dire
Nimble enough now to escape the mire.
What do I want? Where do I go?
Forward; forward is all that I know.

Description
Sensitive I am to voice and sound
For these reveal what lurks around
How does this feel? What to expect?
My every step must be correct.
Stepping wrong is too easy, though,
And often before I know it I go
Off the path to go sliding down
And slam hard, too hard, on the ground.
I take myself up, I must not cry
Must not seem weak, for I despise
Vulnerability in myself, in me
Weaknesses others must never see.
Too many daggers have pierced my skin
To lay waste to what lies within.
But armor is bulky, and armor is weight
It's only covering myself in hate
Hatred of self, distrust of 'friends'
Where armor begins, friendship ends.
To reveal myself to the world at large
Is a fearsome thing, yet still I charge
Into the fray, to the battle dire
Nimble enough now to escape the mire.
What do I want? Where do I go?
Forward; forward is all that I know.