Light shimmering like diamonds  Off my golden skin. Lying to the world; Hiding to the world what is really tin.  But after so long The caked layers of paint Crumbled away the wrong, Revealing what is true.  Chipping and cracked, Laid bare and vulnerable. Shying away to the dark , Am I no longer honorable?  Because I’m not godly, Covered in dents and scars,  I’m degraded by my mortal folly, Never living up to expectations.