Today is your day, you may think it's like any other but truly what day couldn't be. Today is yours and no one else's. From your shoulders falls emotion onto the streets and those around you. Demons scoop up the viscous discharge of happiness from you. They sit on the roadsides, curbs and dustbins. Licking gin from crystal bottles, their lustful eyes fall upon you. And from you, you look back at them. The stare drags you deeper. Down and down you go spiraling, through those realms forged of depressed bodies. An acrid smell exudes from the piles of repression. It's in your nostrils now, through and through inside your body.
You pull yourself out. Dragging out your smile and all things that aren't your mask. For your happiness is not a mask, today is your day. And you'll walk on down those streets further, while those other souls slip around your feet.
- Anonymous Brit