thief in my house!

I think there’s a thief in my house. I hear it all the time, but especially at night. When I’m all alone with my thoughts, it’s presence takes over. It creeps through my walls and tiptoes around my room, leaving me with nothing but it’s lingering presence. I can walk through the day feeling over the moon, with a sense of hope coming from nowhere but the sky, but as soon as I take a wrong step or think a wrong thought, suddenly it’s there. Someone has something I want. I’ll never be okay because I don’t have it. I’m left staggering as it rips through me and leaves me depleted. I wasn’t even thinking about it, but suddenly it’s all I see. Vienna is skinnier than me. Amanda is wealthier than me. Emily shines bright and Lily attracts all the boys. Olivia is effortlessly talented and has people who root for her. The thief tears through me until I’m left with nothing. Until I am nothing. I have no idea how to get it out once it arrives. My joy doesn’t stand a chance when there’s a thief in my house.