A poem that seems soo appropriate by my mother

[Anti] Reality

[Blushing] She sits there
Wondering if he will noticeHer and her [anti] reality.
Sky blue eyes gaze [and graze]
Into his face [of lies]
She’s I n v I s I b l e to him.
She cuts the tension [and legs]
Dying for attention [and futile expression]
He asks her what she’s looking at [a ghost]
She does [not] realize that she’s alone.
He’s turned into a statue [of nothing]
Crap spread on the sheets [again]
Time passes by [s l o w l y]
As she sits in her cellAnti-biotic stopped working.
Slowly she dies [alone]
He never realized [or cared]
That she existed.
Forever now, she’s gone [but here]
Into the abyss of blue [grey]
Seas crash into her mind. [useless]