Fragile
A million drops on my rooftop, I listen as I lay in bed, Cold and sick I think about the the face I hide The facade made to parade behind, Mobile screens, Thunder reminds me I cannot sleep My chest heavy, But I do not cry, Just one of those days Emotions hit louder My fists balled and tucked under, Hair that's become entangled Like thoughts of unrealistic expectations Caught amongst moments of lost ambition, Time goes on, But my mind remains stuck Disassociate, I can't stand myself And maybe with luck This will all mend.