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点击复制They stare through me like I’m made of glass
But cracks remember what silence masks
I don’t scream, I never break
But inside me storms still shake
You called me soft, called me fake
But you never felt the weight I take
Smiles I wear, a practiced art
But they don't reach this bruised heart
You talk of pride, you talk of grades
I talk in tears you never faced
I walk through rooms like I don’t exist
But inside me, shadows twist
I see your eyes, the way they scan
You judge the shell, not who I am
Glass skin, quiet rage
Trapped behind a gilded cage
Whispers cut more than the screams
And break the soul, not just the seams
Glass skin, frozen fire
You see the smile, not the wire
Wrapped around a heart that's scarred
I breathe through pain, I wear it hard
You wrote the rules with perfect ink
Told me I was close to the brink
If I don't mold, if I don't bend
Then I am wrong — again, again
But silence doesn’t mean I fold
I carry fire, cold and bold
I won't perform for your applause
My breath is mine, despite your laws
Glass skin, silent war
You push, I break, then heal once more
No golden name, no picture fame
But still I rise through all the shame