siding

I took me three years,
to break out of my shell,

all the shutters have cracked, [scratched off}

view to my barest bones,

cold but honest,

the man you see is the man you doubt,
different, not, but more true than my previous lie,

my previous lie, which fooled you

siding, facade,

the worst part of it all,
is the terrible draft,

my food never stays warm
and my coffee, is always cold,

I guess if anything,

I can say I love the view.