She was a suicidal girl
living in her made up world.
Reality made no sense to the damsel:
the cruelty of the universe; the venom in their soul
the shallow men and their loud empty vessels,
the way the tyrants devoured the poor whole.
She retreated to her apcryphal terrene.
She imagined to be happy there,
she didn’t need no prozav or paroxetine.
She called it her Happy Lair.
Then one day her fantasy world crashes.
She is forced to live in reality,
vulnerable to the world’s bruality.