She had a habit of creating thoughts
then thinking they had been real.
Her mind went past the reality
as if she had taken a psycho pill.
Those around her suffered her tirades
having no idea the origin of her ire.
They were assigned all the blame
as if they had caused the raging fire.
She saw things in her mind
invisible to the all the rest.
A far cry from who she used to be
when she had been at her best.
Then when sights and sounds
finally rose to the point of fill
she exploded in a melt down
letting the venom pour to a spill.
Afterwards all was well with her
not a mention of anything wrong.
She went through a peaceful aura
while singing a lovers song.
Then one day it happened
she pulled a knife from her coat
stabbing her lover she falsely accused.
This is about what I wrote.
Del Cano 2008 January
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