Scared to see the real me

It’s always scary if they see your pain, because in their disdain they attack and maim. Your eyes grow colder and become bolder, will you have to run? Because fighting is not fun. You grow weary, their intentions are leery. Will they expose the real you, will your nudity come into view? You have but one shot, you don’t give it thought, you lash out with words, so what you said seems absurd. They laugh and move on, happy your check mate with a pawn.

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