When the fog swirls
around my sleepy mind,
there is no fighting
the peaceful numb.

Emotions are gone,
feelings have left,
there is only the sense
of protecting myself.

I smile, I cry, I
scream and shout.
But when the fog comes,
it's all I can do

to just stop and stare.
I sit there, and I think.
I think about how
beautiful it is.

I think about this gift,
this curse, this is
everything to me. This
is my little secret.