Rubber Glove Persona

Cherry pie pill
Whipped Prozac cream
Like tying my shoe
Accustomed, my psyche

It peaks at dawn
The real me
Applesauce of hidden
Another pill awaits

Like a coat for the world
I wear a connection
Convinced I can do
What I set my mind up for

Although, soup works fine
And a mental blanket flows
I know I am another success
But am I really myself