Unstable

a snapshot of her smiling
then her spirit withers and dies

I speak and she giggles and grins
I speak and she breaks down and cries

She does not demand much comfort
All she wants are sweet little lies

insanity strikes when I'm not looking
insanity strikes right before my eyes

Her nightdreams are rotten to the core
She can hear the ghosts at the door

When will nightmares end for us
When will we escape from this

I twist with anger and frustration
but I know her world is worse than mine

5/24/07