it's another day.
and i get up.
and i eat.
and i brush my teeth.
and i change my clothes.
and i pretend that i'm happy.
and i pretend that i care.
and i pretend that i'm there.
but really, i'd rather be anywhere else right now.
so i retreat.
i plug in my headphones and turn my music on up up up.
i turn to writing.
and i retreat.
i go inside my head to the deepest,
darkest,
farthest corner of my mind.
and in there
i can be me.
i can relax.
i can release.
i can scream as loud as i want and no one will hear.
but then someone calls me
and i'm jolted back to reality.
and i have to pretend to live again.
it's another day.