I've a frightful conundrum,
To see, to blink,
To let myself feel,
Let myself think.

The heartbroken thought,
Of who I'm meant to be,
Is not the girl,
That's meant to be seen.

Or perhaps it's me,
A topsy turvey corpse,
Flying free,
Acrobatic hands and knees.

A comet crashing space
Friction wearing away
As I twist and burn,
My question stays.

Will I remain the same?
Trapped in this place?