Fucked up shirt

I sit and stare to see,
what it is inside of me,
that is hidden from all eyes,
and is the excuse for all my lies.

I sit and stare at it,
this shield of mass less power,
it holds back my true wit,
and withholds my feelings each hour.

Destroy it I must,
Overcome it I will,
This feeling is just,
Yet it gives me a chill.

When this blockade comes down,
and soon it will be destroyed,
my fears will drown,
and my skills will be overjoyed.