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.