Stolen Pillows

There is a time when one forgets about the long day’s mistakes;

The sorrow, exclusion, those glossy people who are fake;

One shudders at the thought of waking up in the morn;

For one knows they will be greeted with temper and scorn;

Thus, one will do what lifts the brain;

From those negative people who cause you much pain;

For on that pillow that rests your head;

Is the only place where your happiness treads;

But lately these days your happiness has been gone;

Some being stole your pillows, which it once rested upon;