More Than Just A Hat

Once there was a hat vendor.
He walked amongst all the people in his crooked village,
Everyday trying to seduce their eyes with his unique hats.
Putting on his work smile every morning,
But his eyes were too deep to completely hide his pain.

When he was young he made a promise to himself.
That no matter what he would always pursue what he loved,
Never letting greed nor the pressure of "regular lifestyle" destroy his happiness.
But he fell into a routine with his hats,
Forgetting why he chose them in the first place.
Making them evolve into a reminder of his mistakes.
His regrets.
Where could he go from here?
For he lived in a small house,
In a petite village,
With just his hats.
He wasn't rich But he had enough.
Though he never felt like enough.

His hats like the people in his life never stayed long.
They'd be swept away by someone who matched them better.
He was only the maker,
Not the wearer.
Helping and giving it his all,
But only finding himself lonely once again.

One night on his way back home his depression spoke up.
He looked up at the starts and began to cry.

"I know I'm the maker. 

I don't get to call anyone my own.

But please give me something.

I'm so alone. 

You've watched me my whole life.

Being my only true friend. 

Though you are so far away. 

It's getting harder to pretend.

Please help me fix my hallow body. 

It's starting to fall apart. 

I need someone to help make me. 

And give my life a start."

His wish went into the sky joining all the others. 

Tears stopping, 

Walls back up, 

As he crawled into his bed. 

Back to his like with his feelings in a box,

And nothing but his hats.