Tonight I'll curl up next
to nothing.
And I'll lie alone and
think about what
the past few days have brought me.
I'll think of how there's no one
around, ever.
I'll wrap my arms around myself
and think about why I'm always
forced to sleep alone in this ugly room.
Then I'll remember who I actually am
and what I actually do
and then it'll all be clear to me.
So very clear.

Sometimes tears well up in my eyes,
because I'm sad.
I lie often,
because that's what people do.