"Your mood must be cycling," He said without discretion
Because I didn't want anymore awards
Because it doesn't mean anymore to me then a stupid patch on a stupid shirt
Because I feel more accomplished without it then with it
Because it doesn't matter
It never did
But he would never accept that
"I think you need a better medication." He said with ignorance
All his awards and medals and patches sewn on to perfection and shining like vainity