Miss Distortion

Miss Distortion

They call me miss distortion
for that is all I see
distorted images in the mirror
and in the air I breathe

I look around so cautiously
wondering whats up next
I close my eyes and hold my breath
and my mind starts to perplex

so scared this will keep happening
wishing to die without delay
was I meant to live like this?
just take me away

I'm crying inside
all I want is help
I feel dead already
like a dried up piece of kelp

go ahead and kill me
every things out of proportion
give me my medication
I'll always be miss distortion....

©Kimberley Ariel Gearhart