Guessing Game

She'll use a crowded venue

When she feels like pretending

That someone in that room

Will start an investigation

With a sense she needs rescue.

She'll imagine all about

Who it is that thought of trying

Who'd notice the empty wall

That use to hold her 'frame of mind'.

And wonder if she might need some saving.

Knowing, she's just not worth dying for.

Things, not often what they seem

She feels ice when she plays freeze tag

And see's stop signs turn green

She'll thrives inside her hallucinations

So that her life feels like a dream

It becomes a guessing game

Oh, the thrill of make-believe

Dressing up and playing charades

Before it's time for 'hide and seek'

Though the question in her head remains

"Who would want to save a wreck like me?"

Though, she's not worth dying for

Survivors guilt to plea no contest

She'd end the game of "Simon says".