Modern Poem #1

Man, she loves that loveless sex
Anything for her to truly disconnect
And all we can do, is standby and watch
24/7, 365
Her body's in heaven while her minds stressin'

You'll always catch her playing doctor
You'll always catch her playing the psych

Though she's pained
Crimson red her eyes are stained
She can't stand to see herself in others
She takes on the pain in her sisters and brothers

Really, it's quite admirable
How she keeps up this charade
With a sort of lonely courage

Chasing that black and white rainbow