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
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.