Below all those layers of stubbornness, lies a face of humiliation. A think silhouette of failure and nothing but lies liquidising through your teeth. You're unworthy of being a "leader" and although you appear to be a 'standing-tall' figure, You're truly weak. I observe imperfections but I don't deny them. My eyes go south and I'll mumble curse words. A prisoner of something I cannot help. Something I'm stuck with. Strangely comforted by unfortunate familiarity. Underneath that shell is self-loathing.