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I
think
I
knew
it
was
getting
bad
again
when
I
started
to
do
everythingg
sitting
down
I
think
I
understood
it
was
bad
again
when
a
smile
becomes
more
difficult
to
produce
than
a
frown
when
a
room
didn't
lighten
up
whenever
I
was
around
and
when
the
tears
came
silently,
not
creating
a
sound
I
think
I
knew
it
was
bad
when
my
own
internal
clock
stopped
ticking
when
the
itching
for
joy
became
my
new
favorite
pasttime
when
a
laugh
with
my
friends
cost
more
than a
dime
it was
more like
an act
that I put
on
with a
grinning
mouth
that isn't
even
mine
and
I
think
it
was
getting
bad
when
the
fog
came back,
the
crows
flew
away
and
the dark
started
to
attack
I
begin
to
wonder
if
I'll
ever
get
my
permanent
smile
back
Cloud
Erin Donoghue