That little smirk upon your face is what gives you away.
You dance around your true intent with little to display.

Inside your heart, a vacant chamber, echoes rhythmic cries.
Behind your pride's a lonely place you secretly despise.

Entombed in walls that smother joy, repelling loss and tears.
You're safely tucked away from pain as well as secret fears.

Numb your mind; deny your lust, shut down your inner voice.
Convince yourself you must survive with precious little choice.

A hostile martyr to the lost, the lonely and the vain.
Your character and sense of pride forbid you to complain.

Resigned to let your fortress stand. Immersed in silent rage.
You've no one left to set you free from deep within your cage