I see visions,
Whirl and twirl,
even a faint sound of a broken glass,
will make the memories resurface,
the bitter sweet nightmares of a helpless girl.

the potency of trauma is so intoxicating,
even to the purest of the pure,
it's mind boggling.

I was there when I was not,
I went there, but then I forgot.
Who is this woman behind the glass,
wearing a beautiful dress staring straight at me.

I am a person of endless diversity,
placed in a world where I am defined as insanity.