Round and round

With the blades of fan

My mind also wanders

Going in a loop

Over the things that happened ages ago

The skeletons of my past

Tumble out of the closet

And I find myself

Reliving the emotions

The fear

The pain

The horror

The tears

The dejection

And the despair

All rolled into a blanket of emptiness

Which covers my soul

Every now and then

A blanket so thick that it weighs me down

yet somehow it's invisible

To the people around

They think it's in my head

The fan stops rotating

And suddenly I feel lighter

Maybe they are right

Maybe it's all in my head