I put on:
A brave face for my enemies
like the reflection staring back at me.
A sarcastic and frankly an annoying
attitude.
Allowing no one to get too close.
The pride of a champ.
That withers and disappears
when I am scared.
It protects me
and
holds me hostage.
Like a lock on a gate
that's too high to climb.
Keeps people out and made
to keep me in.
