I could be
The best version
O f   m y s e lf
Without the mess
In my head.

It can eat
A million threads,
Different colors,
Different lengths,
But it would
Never sew
A   d r e s s .

Coz thoughts,
Are cloths,
S c i s s or e d
And  
B u r n e d
The only stitches
You see
Are made
For my
S a n i t y
To
W o r k