Shielding our dignity.

When I am needed by others to passionately live,
there is a banquet of positivity that I must give,
but what purpose does it serve to fake our insecurities,
if we cannot realize that our dreams may bear impurities.

It's often a race to see who's smile will last the longest,
who's subtle eyes can win over the sharpest or the strongest,
and though the pressure and heat burns my weary soul,
I am an honest individual- sometimes I don't have control.

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Written 5/24/14 @ 5:43 PM