You dress up your invisibility camouflage.
You smile.
You swallow the rage
and act like a strange.
In fact you're one,
unless your voice is wanted to be heard.
You look behind,
you think one more time.
You can't free your mind,
all is getting into surface.
The sun stopped shining,
it's not warm anymore.
You waste time staring to the mirror,
it's not there what you're looking for.
I hear knocking,
is that happiness at the door?
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