A Manly Dragon With A Girly Name.

When the day is bright,
People display happy smiles, and bustle about.
When the day turns dark,
They think of themselves, and begin to doubt
As night again Turns to morrow,
The feelings disappear, no longer depressed.
That they're happy, They'd have you believe,
But the quandary is merely repressed.

When the day is bright,
We wear the masks that make us who we are.
When the day turns dark,
The reality behind the masks, we drown at the bar.
As night again turns to morrow,
We prepare again for the shows we create,
The costume tailored to each occasion,
The show must go on, Never to end, only to perpetuate.