i still my mouth in fear of uttering idle talk
in your eyes im being distant and cold
pride fossilized in an aging rock
this act of insecurities is getting old
eyes ablaze with suspicion
hands reluctant with distrust
jaded your lens causes cloudy vision
oxidizing my image, i rust
your love for me is polar and torn in duality
a mentality in mystery
why is it you hide your identity
if it was meant to be, i expect respect and honesty
and possibly an understanding of privacy
but i am feeling the pressure to be shaped according to your measures
and at your expenditure my free will is billed to yours truly
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