One foot out

I am used to wearing my heart on my sleeve

Being too honest too soon

I’ve learnt my lessons though, and now 

I tear the sleeve away, with a false pretence of being exposed 

When in truth, my hearts buried away 

I smile and I play along, 

But I’m really just hiding in plain sight 

Will you be a pleasant seasonal change?

Or will you make me sick like the ones before? 

I’m a bit skeptical to find out 

But I’ve had trouble escaping the allure of the unknown 

So here I stand, one foot out the door 

Isn’t that how you like it though?