#Poetry

The boastful heart, a fragile shell,
Where bravado hides an empty well.
A titan's mask, a paper crown,
Concealing fear that weighs them down.

They flex their might, in voice and fist,
A hollow show, a brittle tryst.
With dominance, their aim and plea,
To veil the doubt, "Is this all me?"

But strength unearned, a fleeting guise,
A house of cards built on weak lies.
True power sleeps in gentle souls,
Who conquer self, and make them whole.