Our lives have splintered,
way found
becoming way lost.
Perhaps I should have
stayed away.
Removing your mask
from the wall,
I wear it.
It’s no good being me.
Like a stray cat,
I wander.
No cream to comfort.
Holding my burden close,
I speak, but
music surrounds me,
too loud,
and my friends
cry long my faults.
I battle fear,
but keep a few monsters
to myself
for another time.