I have been lying, pretending, about most things me;
Its suffocating, disconcerting; and I can do this no more
Inside of me, I regret missing out on breathing, and its real beauty
So much that I can't wait to get a hang of life bereft the armor.

The smile on my face meant no one saw the tears behind the veil;
When others crumbled beside me, I came off as strong
While on the inside I was distraught, and going pale.
But no more, now the world will know they were wrong.