Poem by Google AI:
I lace my steps with heavy pride,
And lock the trembling doubt inside.
A polished shield, a brilliant lie,
Held steady as I walk on by.The mirror shows the painted smile,
I've learned to wear it all the while.
But in the quiet of the night,
The armor fades without a fight.So confident, they say of me,
But they ignore what cannot be.
It’s just a mask of borrowed strength,
I stretch my truth to any length.
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