Autobiography

Line the pill bottles systematically in a straight line
Then shoot them down one by one
Till their hearts spill out

Cram your words and bind them just right
So that no lie may drop to the ground
And ruin the façade you have so carefully picked out

Normal is an artificial memory
A word used to cure sick and needy children
Of their own fleeting individuality
Never use that expression around me again

We taste the same did you know
Like bitterness and cherries
And also did you know
I consider your wounded heart to be
The mirror image of my own

We are the same woman
No one could ever tell me different
Because I see you in my face
And your words spill from my voice
We are never alone

So when you wonder why I am
This person you barely seem to recognize
And my face remains a blur
Like the image from a long forgotten dream
Recall the woman you once were
Remember I am your autobiography