I face another day
When all I really want
Is to stay away, away
From people, away
From it all.

I open my closet, blinded
Momentarily by the
Light of the
Cloaks of happiness
Hanging within.

Too tired
To make a decision,
I close my eyes and
Lay my hand blindly
On today’s disguise.

I don
The cloak, smile my
Fake smile and
Begin. “How are you
Today?” “Have a
Good day.” “Thank
You for coming.”

The day is over. I
Lock the
Door and notice
My cloak

Has lost its sheen.
It falls off
My shoulders,
Pooling in darkness
At my feet.


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