Her seemingly seamless surface Is sewn together by her scars; Those lost, lonely highways That she knows lead nowhere fast. She’s a patchwork of reflections, A mirrored maze of emotions – Of eyes opened wide to Every side that must be seen. She’s a collage Of her calamities, A tableau Of her torments, She’s an everyday eccentric But even so, she don’t resent it, Because she knows once she accepts it Then she’ll finally be free.