There is broken glass on the floor;
I quickly pick it up.
I bake cookies
to hide the dusty smell of the house.
The ripped and stained clothing in the back of the closet
is thrown out.
I take all the spoiled foods to the compost.
The new car in the garage,
it’s far better than the totaled one from before.
The window curtains are all drawn closed.
My new friends want to hang out at the bar;
I only drink Diet Coke.
Every day after I wake up, I make my bed.
My desk at my office is finally organized.

Inside, I feel like I am dead.
I feel like nobody truly likes me.
I feel like I have no talents.
I feel like no medicine on this planet could help me.
I feel like should not even exist.

My life feels like it’s falling apart,
But I will never show it.