By Yvonne Villasenor
Staying inside, thoughts consume my mind;
Out of all the things, I just wish I could unwind.
Loneliness creeps upon me in the middle of the night.
I try to distract myself so that everything is all right;
Time to myself allows me to reflect on what is wrong
Until I discover this is just a case of night-blues all along.
Dawn approaches as I’m ready for bed;
Everything is fine, it’s all in my head.RE