A night of vicious slander
of sleepless hours and devil-speak
of a mind made of chaos and havoc
that can only keep going –
but on my lips I wear hot pink,
and paint my eyelids black.
I smile sweetly to anyone who asks how I’m doing,
and wear clothes that shine right back.
I am devout and enthusiastic,
and walk with confidence and grace –
but inside I am so uncertain,
with a mind that has gone insane.