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Gone Girl

Everything is wrong.

I am gone.

The tingle in the fingers

The toes

The short-term memory loss

Lots of problems remembering if I don’t write everything down

Vision, periphery

Something is not right

Fatigue that lasts beyond the night

The tingling again

Spacial recognition is not my friend

The scales on my eyes that force me to not wear makeup and destroy my confidence, as if having poor circulation wasn’t embarassing enough.

It hasn’t been easy, though I try to make it look that way

The best of you see right through me

I just want answers


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