Empty shell
Created for them.
To hide my scars,
And not let them in.
Roots of dismay
Seep in my skin
No one saw me die
So far within
A shallow absolution,
For an unworthy kin
Treachery entails that fool.
Hide from the encompassing frame,
like the coward you are.
It will hang your soul to be judged for everyday
Reminding them you are in the dust
Broken and dissonant
This shall be my end