I'm a girl who can't get a grip
Whose mind always slips
Imagination for me is dangerous.
If I could I would
Escape life and altogether
Just go to an external slumber.
Sometimes I scream and weep.
And occasionally just try to keep
From attempting a taboo that
So many do without hesitation.
My mind is dangerous  
For an average joe.
Yet I'm still standing here
Breathing this polluted air.
The skin I wear still has warmth.
The bones in my body aren't cracking,
But although I'm still standing
My mind won't be lasting,
And it's  shattering.
Like a castle of glass.
One hit is all it will take
For me to come tumbling down.