I wake up every morning on my bed, in my room.
Everything looks the same,
but it all feels different.

I look back at how I woke up on this very bed,
a year ago, and I was different,
and I was Happy.

Then you had to swoop in and put everything out of place,
leaving me to clean up the mess.
But that mess isn't the worst part.

The worst part is the fact that I liked that mess.
**And I still do.