Little and Less

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

There’s a mask on the table,
It’s not part of my costume.

I love these people,
I respect these people. 

Don’t force it,
Don’t force me.

What if I become it,
Something that I will, regret. 

Everything used to be clear, crystal,
Now it’s something hazy,
And foggy.

Nights are little darker,
Days are less brighter.

I am, little less ME.