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It's a reality we live in, our mothers raised lairs, We say "I'm fine" while inside with we die, We mask our tears with a warriors smile And a mix of cowardice Behind does masks, deceivers, protectors, manipulators and watchmen, Eyes can't tell, I might be unstable but won't bring that to your table, To vent is like rent, it's expensive And if I lose my keys it could get chaotic Besides you got a lot on your plate And you could barely eat from the crumbs And even if my candle deems, My home has been broken to too many times, I rather live in the darkness than letting you know my guard dog barks like a rottweiler, Built like a wild german shepherd but its heart beat like a laser And even when it gets harder to breathe, I have been thrown rocks too many times I rather suffocate than letting you know my house isn't made of vibranium, Even if the fence are highly built with brass, it is made out of glass.