Last Stand

Flay off my false skin. You can't see why I like to conceal and highlight my face (Or is it that you refuse to listen) And continue to belittle me. It isn't like anyone, especially me, would care. But I dare you to try to kill my aplomb Attempt to slice away my confidence My confidence to appear cytherean My confidence to enjoy my appearance My confidence to exist in your denial My confidence to rebel against you merely by existing My confidence to kill, no, impale the black hearts of brutes Like you. You can try and you will fail For I am a growing thorn, not a thorn, a spear In the side of you