You wake up that morning and rub your head
to clear the dreams you will never experience
You stretch your shoulders and get out of bed

In the shower your fantasies come back
you dry them off and tape them in your brain box
to hopefully never be seen again

Next you put on your clothes
but don’t forget the anvil
You pick it up and put it on your left shoulder
The force you feel as it stays there
You carry it to your car
on your way to work

That song comes back on
you won’t switch the channel
so you’ll shift the anvil
The tape from the box starts to unravel
you seal it again before you hear the memory

You arrive and are greeted by people
You smile and wave
keep hiding the anvil
You sit down at your desk
read through your files
A co worker talks about dinner tonight
your plastic smile is just what they need
You nod your head and agree
Quickly your mistake hits you
like a freight train that just smacked your face
You now have another anvil on your plate

You pick it up and nudge the weight
feeling it press into your right shoulder
the heaviness makes your shoulders sag
You attempt to lie down
but before you care to react
A third anvil crushes your chest
you wish your bones would crack
as the air slowly squeezes out of your chest
You need to leave

Change your name

Dye your hair

You won’t though
you tell yourself you can’t
Everyone can only accept who you’ve been

So as you start to fall asleep
don’t worry the anvils will hold you still
and you’ll wake up tomorrow
with that feeling still lodged into your bones