Writing late nights

My escape. A takeaway

Hiding under a porcelain mask

Piece by piece it falls apart

Need a repair so I can repel the snakes.

Visions of an idyllic lake

Alone and away from the fakes

Depression should never be an obsession

But it takes you over like a storm

But it's okay,

Look that storm in the eye and say

I will run away and transform

Away from this minuscule norm.