Welcome.

This endless consession,
Of knowing somebody who knows someone,
Who knows someone,
Who used to know you.

Back when you were healthy.
When your mind didn't misgive hope,
False hopes.
Back then, hope was real...

Now, nothing but a badly painted picture,
From a selective memory.

Because now, that's all she has,
Within these soft white walls,
Away from the sharp edges of the world.
Hugging herself tightly because it's the one thing she's allowed to do.

Or forced to do...

The people move cautiously now.
Say premeditated nice things,
To a premedicated, lucid mind.

The one that put her here.
The one that hurt her the most.

The only one left who tells the truth.