We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Plastic Tears

If I'm the problem.
Been the issue.
If it was all in my head.
A creation of my decaying mind.
My stupid bipolar mind.
Then what do my tears really mean?
They're just plastic tears.
They don't count.

"Look at you crying those fake tears," my mind mocked. Again.

Welcome back, villain in my head.
There's cake in the corner and the knife is in my hand.

"Cut the cake, little lightning girl. Cut it nice and slow. Make sure the strawberry jelly filling pours out. That's my favorite part."