Listen to myself.
Mindgame. no..yes? Easy dress to slip into - laced in pride, adorned by ego.
My mind, my heart goes, 'What do they need from me', 'what would I want them to say to me in this situation' furnishing me with words.
My intention? Mask on, mask off.
The hanger softly screeches as I advance it back and leave it there. Further back but still there. Is this good? I don't think so.
In the mood for another outfit.