Words hit my head like they’re muffled by pillows.

I see the same world that you do,

But I’m not here.

I’m

Never

Here.

My friends are making casual conversation.

I probably just seem spacy.

It doesn’t matter,

I’ll be good,

I’ll smile and nod.

Sometimes nobody sees me.

sometimes

nobody

sees

me.

Am I an echo?

Do I bounce back your words like a cavernous wall?

What would it take for me to say something of my own again.

Take back my words.

Take back what I said.

I’m sick in the head .

.

Sometimes I want people to worry for me,

But I also want to seem fine.

I’ll disclose nothing.

It’s in my instinct to lie.

Sometimes I wish they worried for me,

Thinking it would change a thing,

But then my rational mind takes over,

So I don’t say a thing.

My friends feel like I’m being distant.

That’s fine,

I am.

But I don’t want them to leave me.

You just don’t understand.