Reality

When I am finally flying So far off the ground The lightening shoots toward me And strikes me back down The light is deceiving So friendly…so brilliant The dark is a-creeping Ready to consume me I’m much too resilient. What have we here? A puppet...a doll… Do as I say I promise to do it all... Puking and crying Starving and lying When you’re fat you’ll be sad When you’re thin you’re not thin In it all goes Then just as quick Back into the bin Inside I’m nightmares Outside I’m sweet dreams This can’t be right This can’t be right And the bags, oh the bags They hang so heavy All around me These are bags of reality The utter grotesque Of my insanity There is nothing charming About a mouth full of bugs Think of this carefully… This is really me.