Weak

Can't leave the skin I'm hiding in
Can't hide the skin so weak and thin
The weakness is always glistering
Through every masquerade
Feeling great in the minutes of encirclement
Feeling down in the hours of leaving behind
The golden armour needs nothing but
A conscious whisper of hesitation to be destroyed
Won't go
The shadow always will follow
I'll find no escape
How long do I have still to fake?
Can't refuge here it's still to near
Can't make my stand until the end
The weakness is always glistering
Through every uncertainty
Feeling big in the process of appreciation
Feeling small in the art of hesitation
The wall is breaking down in the perception
Of the own contemplation.