Depression

You wear me like a glove.

You like me because
I’m warm.
I’m soft.
Because I let you in
And listen to your cold touch.

You like me because
When I’m on you
People see me
And not you;

But I am you,
Just slightly warmer.
Slightly softer.

© Carl Burkitt 2016

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