A glass half empty

Today I woke up
At the wrong side of the bed
After washing my face
I gazed in disbelief at the mirror.

What I saw shocked me,
Left me breathless... and not in a
Positive way. All I could see were
Bones and high cheekbones and sunken eyes
I was a wreck! I was...
I thought I looked good
People complemented me about my weight
Why do I look like this then?

Wanting to cover my bruises from life
I wanted to choose an outfit
From my built-in closet.
Instead of clothing
Skeletons fell out.
I panicked! Quickly
I picked them up and stuffed them away
Afraid for anyone seeing them

Equiped with everything,
I set foot on my driveway
And for the first time
I noticed the high walls surrounding me
As high as an Asylum or the local Jail's
Casting shadows of doubt on my lawn

As the heavy gates opened with a sigh
And my car got onto the cracked road
I noticed my neighbour's grass
They were greener and lusher
Envy filled me like a glass that's half empty
And I almost threw a rock
At his glass house

I trot to work
Like a slave
Of my day to day existance
I try to keep a positive mind
But it was oblivion.
I struggle to keep my head
Above water. I lose my breath
With every paper pile on my desk

At the end of the day
I pull of my masks,
Hundreds and thousands of them
Feeling I can finally relax

I pour a glass of red
So from the world I can finally fled.