Through Fogged Up Glasses

Through my fogged up glasses
The world looks somewhat softer
A crumb calmer
A fraction friendlier
It looks adequately welcoming
more mellow
slightly sweet
But just for a moment.
My glasses clear
The world goes back to being
sharp
aggressive
hostile
lonely
sad
bitter
Pushing me away

This poem is about: 
Me

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