written July 6, 2009

By Amber •
Hiding in your sweatshirt
Masked-
From all the pain
Fear is traveling down your arms
Hidden by the maroon cotton
The long sleeves
Which cover your hands
Shaking in misery
Your pockets-
Enough room to
Contain your hidden dismay
As you walk forth
Into the open world
Hiding in your sweatshirt.