Squashed cheer, go get me a beer. Not interested in your day; no need to say what you did or who you saw. Keep it to a minimum, you said. Detached, saddened, I quieted and retreated. To the depths of darkness, the curmudgeon send off. Stashed away my voice, such a silly choice. But sensitivity spiked, and self-esteem plummeted. The passionate expressions of my soul, silenced.
This nasty vestige from before, burn away. You cannot stay, get out of my way.