When I Am Her

Constant battles, Constant free-fall flying against the wind and the rain and the elements of time All waging war against the one item on the shelf that won't sell The body of a mindless girl Says, what kind of mind, doesn't mind not existing? And so it becomes less See it, her life finds no solace in consistency but in paradoxical existence And the steady growth of outward lies and inward hate tear open any scab created by half-a-penny ignorance For the foggy days give her heart a break When her eyes need not look upon her hands The ugliest of ugly things, for what they've done and how quickly they've shed So that it spreads And spreads And spreads And every time she meets a doctor She asks, "Have they discovered a cure for cancer yet?"