people like lakes
lakes like bags tied
cutting off the oxygen
the air to my lungs
people like rocks
rocks like knives
piercing deep into flesh
the skin that is mine
master mask crafting
perfected with practice
one for everyone
easiest for expectations
some people like wind
wind like boxing gloves
striking a punching bag
the target that's me
i'll never decipher
never understand how
how others do it
wake each day, are ok
people like newspapers
black and white
or so my mind makes up
makes up clown makeup
i'll put on a song or ten
drift away for a bit
it's how it'll always be
easy for them, not for me
