Oh, poor lonely girl
You spent your years dreaming
and evaporated all your friends away
You saw the others dancing like puppets
with God yanking the strings
Your world was in your head, not on your feet
No one could see inside your benign imagination
Held your breath in the presence of others
Stood up straight to avoid being disagreeable
Cried the fool to silence the demons
Wrote yourself out of other peoples futures with a happy, shiny ending
Dived underwater to be a mermaid while others blew bubble in shallow rock pools.
You drove nails through your ankles and wrists to save others from yourself
Poor lonesome, lost, artless child
perpetually pendulating
toddling and falling
into the washing machines on spin cycle that is other peoples lives.
They traumatize you like ominous spinning tops.

Lost, lovely child
You have imagined a storm, when it is all just tepid, still, innocent water.
Nonetheless, you continue to drown.