Mental Breakdowns Are Pretty

By Fatima Hussein

White room in mind 

Being pushed from behind

Eyes are burning at every sight

Somewhere in a Neptunian dreamland 

Lies a circus with an alien face 

With grace and a dress made of lace 

She tries to be forgotten like their millions

worth bookshelf 

But they clung to her like glue on skin 

Come on little girl don't be too shy is what

they told her 

She found herself with big eyes looking 

back at her 

Their nails the length of her hair 

Their faces like something out of a 

Picasso painting 

They spun her around 

Lifted her on their shoulders 

And she was left with makeup on her white 

dress 

She wanted to scream but all she could do 

was groan 

Everything was green and bright.

She just wanted to be outside, 

but she ended up rolling the dice.

And out of nowhere 

Under the black sky 

She exploded into confetti 

And they said at least she went out as 

colorful as she can 

By Fatima Hussein