Concealed

I lifted my red hoodie over my head to conceal myself as I shifted between the different worlds. It used to be white before they had stolen it and painted it red, smeared my reputation, and rubbed dirt into my name. I still don’t understand why they would frame me. Besides, what had I done but simply not followed their rules? I suppose those in power don’t want to hear new ideas or change the way things are done: that is always how they’ve acted anyway.