Alone

A pin wheel spins at whirlwind speeds in a crowded room where I stand alone to argue with my thoughts.
Overhead lighting much to bright, but not bright enough to chase away the skeletons released from my closet and the monsters that crawl from the trapped doors baring portals connecting the here and now to the then.
I take in the place, the people, the painted faces meant to portray what they want me see and I see the horror that is the truth, the masks fool the bleak, but my eyes see with profound vision, see the skin and bone of their breed.
I breathe in taking in the putrid scent of fake embodiment.
I allow my tongue slurp up the flavors of poison they spill from crooked lips and allow the bite of Satan drain me of hope.
I stand in a crowded room all alone, they don't see me, obliviously they pass each other illusion and I lay stuck in realization that I stand alone in reality watching everyone else play pretend.