If i were free to be weak,

And for a moment to break.

i know it wont be for the first time

Trying to remove 

what seems to be a stain,

Thats a past with a lot of pain.

everything happens so fast

but i know wounds to be the last 

Mementos the body

Shares with the past.

who cares about my only

fears, tears, scars, when oddly

bravery and chivalry are a requirement.

Its inner rivalry, with a warm temperament, 

Fake smiles and grin will be permanent,

cause no one should know these detriments.

your excellency is pestilence,

An agony that can never be in past tense,

if its common sense, then that's not an expense.