
The Glass Rhombicuboctahedron, detail from the Portrait of Luca Pacioli (ca. 1495-1500) attributed to Jacopo de’ Barbari.

“Better Living Through Chemistry”
Her mind goes up and down, as she’s unable to control
All of the horrible feelings she feels deep within her soul
She knows her brain is a liar, while it festers and congeals
And she just wants some modicum of control over the way she feels.So she tries to escape the void by trying pills of every kind
Prescribed different combinations to see what she can find
The right balance is quite tricky, and the side effects are a chore
She still wants to be herself, and not a soulless vacant bore.Searching through the galaxy to discover what works for her
It can take months to know if it’s working, and the days become a blur
In the empty void for so long, it’s hard to know what feels right
But she’ll settle for not wanting to tear her face off, each and every nightHopefully someday soon she’ll be comfortable in her own skin,
And until that time comes, she can only try and try again.SUPPORT MY WORK ON PATREON FOR ONLY 1 DOLLAR!
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