All I had was my mind,
All I could do was get lost in it;
Wherever my mind could take me,
Anywhere but here.
And I built so much:
Friendships, places, passions,
Love and happiness.
Things I never had out in the world.
Things I could never feel.
But such discrepancies left me so bitter,
I could no longer recognize my face afterwards.
I hated the one I was stuck with in the real world.
I have nothing. I am nothing. I have no face.
You left me purposeless.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.