Dawn crept through tears in the curtain,
dancing on my sleepless eyes.
With leaden limbs I drag myself
from the confines of my material tomb
Facing a reflection not recognised,
I endeavour to build my camouflage.
Laying the foundations for another day
Lock the door on my lonely nightmare,
step into the shuffling crowd.
This herd of masquerading people,
of which I am now one.
Senseless smile plastered thick,
casting false happiness into starving maw
of casual friendships.
Twinkle in my eye, a reflection
through tears unshed.
Joyful banter forced around
this ever present lump in my throat.
while my heart drives pure sorrow
through my veins.
All the time playing the fool
in this costume party of life
Returning to this house I call home.
Strip the cocoon,
with each wipe of cleansing cream
eradicating the shell penning me in.
The shop window mannequin resting
in jars and creams,
waiting for the display tomorrow.
Crawling into un-made bed
of twisted sheets, fractured thoughts.
Knife seems a better option