A you-spaced hole in my heart

sarcastic jabs and quippy lines

I hope you know I usually don't mean it

and I know my best is not enough

but that's what being human is all about

I don't have to worry about perfection

I will overcome compulsions

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror

I go to therapy and dish it all out

Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,

Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,

I dish it all out