"My handwriting's gotten smaller" is the first thing I notice, leafing through the pages of some old notebook like they're money

My voice has gotten quiter, too

There's no music left in it

I wonder if it's you, shrinking me down like this, but that's not a fair thought to have

You exist as kindly as possible - it's my own mind that mistakes your peppermint for poison

Remember those old daydreams I'd have?

You were the star in every one, handcrafted into each scenario, fitting the scene like a photoshop princess

I don't have those, anymore

Daydreams, I mean

They've replaced themselves with worries

I don't spread myself too thin; I dissolve myself into ashes, feel myself spread on the wind until I am more someone else's background than I am me

The dust on a piano key, a piece of dirt in some almost-garden, that's where you'll find me

Too busy pretending to be someone else

Let me retreat into my mind, because there, I can forget whose mind it is

Give me shelter in worry

Guard my heart in clouds, tell me my head is stuck too far in the air, tell me that my nose is too high, tell me, tell me,

Tell me I'm above it all, and keep me up there

Let me shrink