Maybe she should have listened as I listened
the doctor spoke
words like a death sentence
forbidden and skewed

for she saw her self
reflection distorted but still there
and it makes me...wonder

what gave you the right to be me?
she walked into my skin and took it along with her

on her long tangent walking of words
leaving my voice pounding its fists into a wall
screaming listen to me

before a night too late
before a peace too little
before a anxious thought worms itself into a snake
making depressions in my skin

coiling tighter
from within