This is the story of a girl who
Picked apart her small-town childhood
Surrounded by mountains and solitude
To settle in a summer-city on a lake
To make her family happy

She doesn't feel at home in her own house
She feels like some semi-permanent fixture
In a half-way home
Belonging to someone else
But that's not the issue

She doesn't feel at all present in her body
She feels transient and temporary
In a liminal form
Destined to be dust
But that isn't the real problem

She questions her ability to form attachments
She wonders if she's healthy to be around
In her unmasked form
Emotionally naked and vulnerable
But that isn't the worst thought

She gets caught up in her own head
She gets lost in her own worlds
In elaborate fantasies
Far preferable to reality
But that isn't the biggest concern

She does not want to exist
She does not want to die, but cease being
In this tumultuous plain
Of painful existence
But she does not know how that can be

h.f.m.