Cloak It can be removed at any time-- I know what it hides. Things that you did Which you think I’ve forgotten. False concern That feeds your needs. Conceited friendship You end once you have what you want. The artificial concern Which is paid for. And for others— Perhaps you could put one on. Pretend that you care So I’ll feel less alone. Call some day So that I can think you understand. Feign your nonexistent love So I feel as if I do belong. Ultimately, my life and my choices-- Perhaps I need to remove mine first Before expecting others to follow suit? Perhaps without mine Others would truly understand. I fail others, I fail myself Perhaps this time I can succeed at something.