Composure
They see masks of pale, smooth skin
keeping what's inside within
Freezing firestorms in your hell
but from this pyre it's hard to tell
Hide the stars in your brown eyes
Find the scars that mark the lies
Emotion's sting was buried deep
You'll find you bring those tears in sleep
Jars of nightfall, Jars of fears
line the wall of darkened mirrors
As your dreams are going black
tear the seams that bring you back
They can't read you when you stand
No one sees your trembling hands
reach to touch the thick, cold glass
that took so much away so fast
How could you have known the cost
Could you count these things as lost
vision swimming through the red
left this living hell instead
So you stand unearthed, exposed
Find your worth in calm's repose
In this vengeance seek your truth
blows for penance for your youth
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