My Distorted Reality Poem by Gina Van Wolf

My Distorted Reality
Well I woke up in the morning with songs in my head
and I stumbled blindly from this old Murphy bed
I found the phone and I punched in your number
it went to voice mail and I could not remember
what I so desperately wanted to scream to you
so I guess I'll stay alone.

The TV went blurry and I got a little cross-eyed
but I figured it all out;
on that dreary morning, at the funeral they cried
they said their little angel had gone and died
but I knew that wound was intentional and you some had laughs
as you turned into a statistic on those teen suicide graphs.

The rain beats hard on my roof and seeps right through
but I find comfort in the fact that I know I'm living with you
despite what those doctors say, I don't need those pills today
I'm fine with the way I am.