written by: Bree Mcnemar
I am confused and I don’t feel like myself.
It’s hard to get out of bed
I have nothing to be sad about but it swells within me
I go through personalities like shirts, layering and changing and tailoring.
Take more meds
I feel numb
It feels impossible.
I put on my mask
The one that will shield my sadness
And I walk out the door.