I'm the one thing your friends have that you cannot find, Not because I don't exist, but because you never leave your room. Your mom keeps asking about me at every family dinner, And your pillow is getting tired of being your only companion.

I'm soft without being liquid, light without being bright. I gather in corners and cling to your sweater. Clouds are compared to me, and I'm left after dandelions take flight.

A character from a show, where everybody knows your name. Also, a thing the current president is driving us off, with no shame

I’m a curtain that opens and shuts without a sound, watching over the windows where the soul is found.

Not a knight, but armored regardless. Not a twig, but still tend to snap. Always on the move, yet never leaving home.