how many mental illnesses went undiagnosed
passed for normal
raised you
and me
*
I ran out of pity because you never ran out of apologies
*
in the cracks of awareness
you could have found your own voice
and held on to it
*
but you let the fire spread
*
and you repeated what made sense to you
you forgot who you were
when you tried to do better
when you were faced with us
something came back to haunt you
to get you, to repeat its patterns and mistakes
in your name
Croque-Melpomene 