underneath the façade of nonchalance
chronic dissatisfaction festers
releasing the gray duality
of antiseptic and sick
embarrassed, she perfumes herself in
floral notes and deflects quickly:
well-tended, picket fence teeth
her heart pounds, fearing trespassers,
hunting hounds leashed and frantic
yowling to pursue her decay
— tear it into the open!
hide the welcome
mat
talk glibly
RED GLADIOLA 
“Hide the welcome mat, talk glibly”–I love this, it’s practically my mantra…
I used to invite strangers into the house. Much wiser now. *winks*
It’s not safe.
I think we are never as dissatisfied as when we are the most perfect.. alas.
Perfection is something you always chase. *nods*
I think many of us have felt this way. 🙂 Love it!
I believe so also. =)