MindWraith

You don’t know how to wear yourself,
   how to arrange your bones and skin,
    how to shape your features around them.
You just watch them
and arrange, rearrange, try and try and try to see what fits.
    Nothing does,
       nothing ever did, yet you try. 
A million pieces arranged in a million more 
till you are left in pieces you have no idea
what the picture did look like,
  What was it?
    What is it?
       Why is it?
You wail through lips crookedly placed,
eyes stacked, one above the other
drinking your own salted water
thirsty,  thirsty