Your Pain

I could smell your arrogance from the other side of the room.
It reeked of loneliness and hurt. It was accompanied by jealousy and contempt, and inspired by insecurity and an obsession with the physical. 
What a smell of unbearable proportions, emitted from the pits of your whole presence!  The force of this arrogance has the power to clear out the filthiest pigs from the most unbearable pigsty.   
That arrogance appeared as a wall, a barrier between you and the world. 
A double edged sword.
On one hand, a tool for your defense.
On the other, a threat to those who wish to get close to you.
It manifested itself through speech,
posture,
and your eyes,
which revealed your intentions without the murmur
of but a syllable.
Yet you keep playing this game, as though you have not lost.
Undeterred in your tactic,
convinced of its effectiveness.
How long will you allow your pain to endure?
For a mask no matter how easily to put on, is still a mask.
And the clown who wears an exorbitant amount of makeup,
is continuously attempting to hide his true feelings, for the fear of being hurt.