Here it comes again.
Returning to me again like the snow in winter
And in ways it is so much like winter
Cold to the touch, seeping through my skin
Into my bones and into my being.
Without fail it is here again
To keep me . . .company.
I don't want it here.
Sadly, it isn't as easy to get rid of it
as it is to kick and unwanted friend off your couch
I wish it were that simple.
With it, it brings a collection of new masks to try on
which one best suits me
which one is the most convincing
a smile, tired, positive, teen angst.
Ooh, or perhaps a nice poker face.
Only it and I know the true emotions
Behind the mask.
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