Fantastic fantasy grabs ahold
Leaving nothing but this mirrored,
While separating one
Onto a mountain top,
With a back drop painted with well intentions.
But it ends up looking more like something,
You painted with hazardous paint,
From your childhood dreams.
That you eventually must eat.
The convulsing doesn’t seem to stop,
Nor does the hole in your chest
Pump an adequate amount of blood
Until you pour more idealism on top of them.
Then you spend so many moons and moods trying to feel human again.
You really aren’t.
You’ve been cast by your school bully,
Just playing their interpretation of you.
Everyone eventually so shocked,
They just sit by,
Speaking in hushed tones to your facsimile,
Hoping for you,
The breaths will slowly return,
The sky will clear-
So you can figure out what you need to finally do
To take care of you.