Concealed
Only alive during the night because when the suns out anxiety hinders me often
But once the moon rises I feel more comfortable in my skin
Love having late night adventures with my vices
Helps keep my demons from arising
So I take a stroll with a couple handmade rolls
Filled with that good green that helps put my mind at ease as I enjoy the lively city scene
At moments I feel so calm and serene
When I exhale I blow out clouds of relief
As I look above to try and spot a star while it gleams
Though that’s hard when my peripherals filled with the rowdy glistening busy streets
So I’d rather gaze at the beautiful city lights imitating the stars they’re blocking
With towers so big you’d think they’re replicating the infamous Babel God brought to destruction
Ironic cuz those same towers help distract me from my internal suffering
And the fact I’m in a losing war with my own subconscious
But I just ignore it and get back to basking in the moonlight and enjoying the comfort of darkness
Before the sun rises again and people rise from their beds and the streets are filled with ant colony like pedestrians and my comfort leaves with it as if it was just a wind passing me by
And I return back to my anxious state of mind
As I prop my mask back on to hide