Rare Symmetry

You're the perfect patient
Sick inside and out
Rare symmetry truly wasted
A weak appetite stuck in your mouth

Poor Jane Doe
You don't know who you are
But strangers blush when you walk by
As if their blood needs to see you as much as I do

You're the perfect patient
Sick inside and out
I know how you long to exist invisibly
Or at least mirrorless

Poor Jane Doe
I honestly don't know where you are

I searched every room
It was only echoes

You're the perfect patient
Sick inside and out
I can't be your medication
Or your therapist couch

You paint the walls of your life white
Your pain becomes a gallery
The hardest parts works of art