Put Down I never noticed it before but I am good at fooling myself. My illusions look so pretty, I don't ever want to look away. His arms are strong and she is happy. Real life becomes a question. Everything that I skip is nothing. I create my own little world. But for some reason everyone else can onky see put downs. Happiness for me is in a costume hidden far back in the closet. No one really goes looking for me I am just there. Here comes another one. Tainted with the familar musty smells of the past. I remember everything now. The feelings all flood back, the outside spills. The feelings were always real, but the illusions...