Was it because I stood up to the man in the mirror,

I thought it get better from there.

Was it because I stop listening to the voices,

it was unfriendly.

Was it because I started smiling,

sadness is a chore.

Tell me why, I deserve to know

or do you just miss sipping from the cup of broken me?

Why take it away?

Now Piper does of babel,

and you fucking ibis’s take note!