Fragile Like a Bomb

You're like the tinkling
Of a fairy voice,
Leaving bits of pixie dust
Scattered wherever you walk,
With a tinge of Alice in Wonderland
Mad Hatter delusions.

Glazed eyes
And doped up smiles
With cynical jokes
To cover the melancholy
That consumes you
When you swallow
The doc's endless prescriptions.

"I'm alive, I'm alive!"
Your gleeful presence
Seems to declare.
Somewhere hidden
In the thoughtful lyrics
On your playlist
And in the blank space
Of your dissociation,
Something whimpers,
"Save me, save me"