High Functioning
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep.

Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
stained pillowcases
uniform
Sleep.
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Over and
over again.
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?