Who am I?

I come from hurtful loving touch,
A household that could not hold,
I learnt the deep, how to airlessly breathe?
In honour of honour.

Parent of parents, lier and plotter.
Uninvited visitor, sensible prisoner,
I soothe by dancing,
Belt skin re-sounding the skin,
In honour of honour.

Squeaky opening doors
Lighting the dim,
my dignity is mending,
no feel of fear,
In honour of honour.

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