Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?

I wear the mask of sudden love, But ache, not joy, is what I shove. I feed on glances never meant, And build a world from mere intent. I make you chase what isn’t real, Then break you with the hope you feel. I thrive on doubt, collapse on truth, A fever born in restless youth. You call me love, but deep inside, I am the longing you can’t hide.

I'm perhaps a prison for those who commit no crimes I'm similar to a circus but have no mimes Between are bars, one side spends life, the other spends time I'm not so joyous when you notice all the grime

Y’arrrr me leg be gone but still. A wooden post now fits the bill. What what is this thing that keeps me steady?

When one door closes, I come knocking. Some people catch me, some people let me slip. I’m hard to find. I’m hard to make. I’m taken for granted when fear takes place.