#ME

My pillow knows...

My parents think they know their lovely daughter.
Their lovely princess who likes to chatter.
My brother boasts no one knows me like him.
That my secrets are always safe with him.
They don't know me as my pillow does.
It holds my tears and my stifled laughter.
It knows my anxiety and my fear of failure.
It knows how I want to disappear sometimes, never wanting to return, never wanting to cry.
It knows how I lie about myself,
How I say that I am fine just to panic at night.
It knows when my inferiority complex kicks in.
It knows that my ego never lets others win.
It knows that I am a friend to many,
Still left behind.
Still, it never judges.
Without complaining It holds all my emotions.
It gives me a space to lay my head down.
Oh, I forgot.
That's its purpose.
But for me, it has grown to be something more.
Don't you too think that your pillow knows a little too much about you?