He has calloused hands that protect him from outside,
And stiff shoulders to guide his lies,.
He seems to be all in line, when you see him from afar,
But when you get closer to him,
He feels so cold, icy, you’ll feel.
Just like the frigid winds, that injure and harm
He’ll scratch away the old wounds, with his persona so warm.
You would be deceived it was all your fault.
He had me entrapped for a while,
With his calm exterior and peaceful look,
But the chaos within, he hides that away,
With his forged words and sham smile.
He lives this way and oh he loves to hides,
The shadow of the sun and the eclipse of the night