I remember a time when I was different.
I was a fighter and never backed down.
I learnt to be calmer and control my temper, yet still quite belligerent
Now I've lost it or seems so...lost that ability to protect myself..my crown
Of some sort.

Now I let slip emotions that could learn to stay down there.
And those important ones, those I hold onto, practically afraid of letting it out.
Sometimes I do share them, not aloud but in prayer.
Afraid all I love would leave me because my truth isn't as convincing as lies.
How could they? They could, I watched them flout.
I watched them add doubt
I watch them believe em'

I stick to keeping quiet and pushing...