Perspective in a pinch,
what would you see?
The rambling girl,
or the messiah I claimed to be.
Step inside my mind,
while I step outside.
Stories about how I broke-
a divine gesture,
a sacred whisper.
No hints to this secret,
only injury to memory.
The miracle of medicine,
the pills I swallow save
and kill me many ways.
What can I do?
How can I cope?
Say goodbye to a clear mind,
and move on.
