When She Lived Inside Her Head

In her head she became the creator.
She was God;
she could manipulate and be happy

In her head she was the designer-
if something went wrong
she could tear it out, start again.

What happened there, was up to her;
in her head she ruled.

Before she slept she could visit
that realm, that
Belonged to her only-

and set about building more
infra structure,
before peace claimed her mind and body.

The trouble was, when she re-focused
that was when the pain started
and reality stared back, sneering.

Then her fantasy would dissolve-
shrinking to hide
in the darkest fissure of her brain.

The Status Quo returned

Once more she became the manipulated.

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