The light, the light that shines
too bright and shatters my illusions.
It wakes me from the world of dreams where all was good and easy.
It brings me back to this mournful place and all my dark, deep demons.

The shawl of lead, stitched with despair, wraps its arms around my shoulders.
Another day to struggle through.
Pretending its okay. Putting on my 'normal' mask. Wiping tears away.

Pasting on the smile, so much that my cheeks hurt.