My facade is firm, not a crack in sight,
Emotions I lack, I'll put up a fight.
The world made me this way, a product of time,
With a heart of ice and a skin tough as prime.
They may say I'm harsh, but they don't know my pain,
The things I've been through have left a deep stain.
So I stand here alone, untouchable and strong,
Wielding my syllables to hide what's gone wrong.
Yes, I'm thick-skinned and cold-hearted as they say,
But it's their fault for making me this way.
I'll play the game, put on a facade,
But beware there's a storm brewing, so don't be awed.
©jamielong
J