Sadness, My Friend:

Sadness, my friend:  you are with me lately, so I attempt to hold onto you.  I need quiet time behind closed doors.  I need to be alone so I can hear the timbre of my own voice echo over you.  At times, not belonging feels familiar.  I sometimes feel the need to seem much happier than this, in order to make other people feel at ease.  But I can’t fend much off– I’m dallying with you, sadness, for the moment.  You are desperate enough for my attention that you are squeezing my heart.