Patterns as I say the things I always say,
Patterns in the ceiling as I lie awake,
Why are patterns haunting every move I make?
Just look, here I am on cue, again.
Upset, feeling torn in two, again.
Afraid, saying I'm okay,
Making little jokes,
'Til I run away, again.
And yet today, I am not the same,
I feel my life slipping from its frame
Strange feelings rise, feelings with no name,
And I can't face them, so I shake them hard,
Fold them up,
And tuck them safely away,