I see myself through the mirrors of others
I paint myself with the hairs from your thought
And though the colours run, they
May not as fast as me.

I skate, with lack of traction
Ago on hoops of skin
Let me be, let me be,
To dance a little less today.

Well together,
Ill apart
You are my disease
For refusing to be with me.

Could you hear me
If I shouted?
Would you look up, even a little,
If I cried out for you in the night?

I don't think so, dear
I don't think, anymore.