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 uranian
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

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