Words- Hostility. Temporar. Mask.
Form: Poem

The world with its Hostility weighing down on me
With its good and bads and what's meant to be
A slight movement will affect the sea
Waves crashing down, pulling you under of you don't agree

The temporary calm from being trapped in the middle of a wild storm
Relaxing, being yourself
Before going back to what's the norm
Setting down your stuff, leaving it on a shelf

The world going back to a whole mess
Just being one in a world of men
Leaving you in the middle of the stress
Returning the mask, covering you up again