cotton candy hair
to look like she doesnt care
got fuckin cotton mouth
been depressed since she moved south

cant find a goddamn remedy
to release her many demons
even Abilify failed to win custody.
every interaction feels like accusations

I swear I'm doing my best
therapy, meds, hospitalization
I fucking hate it, can rarely get dressed
watchful eyes and their connotation
my "lack of progress" makes them obsessed.

I don't know what's wrong with me
despite my list of diagnoses
but I'm dissecting myself, bc I guarantee
I will find what's right with me, during my autopsy.