Like a quilt, it covers up my emotions,
so that I feel safe and protected
from others finding out how I actually feel.

It fogs my mind and fogs my judgement.
They don’t really like me.
They don’t really want to be my friend.

I shatter connections like china,
sitting still in a cabinet for years
only to be awoken from its deep sleep in a rage

Pillows collect tears from fights
That shouldn't have happened,
But my mind told me they were against me.

I put my shoes on out of habit.
Not that I wanted to leave the house,
but the old me wills me forward.

It changes my mood like a switch
Happy, mad, crying, sad.
All I want is peace in my head.