its a scary place.
monsters hold hands with the skeletons I keep, dancing in the dark under the mountains of clothes I use daily to cover my naked skin.
nakedness does not exist anymore,
for I have found a way to cover myself completely with the facade of happiness.
I have been waiting to peel it off, and hang it up in my closet where it belongs.
but still, it stays, covering every square inch so I am not exposed.
so no one knows
I wear this facade as protection
while I fight these demons
my armor isn't strong enough
and fight and fight and fight
until they finally return to the closet
and rest at night
while I am asleep dreaming of a better life.