Rare Symmetry

You're the perfect patient Sick inside and out Rare symmetry truly wasted A weak appetite stuck in your mouth Poor Jane Doe You don't know who you are But strangers blush when you walk by As if their blood needs to see you as much as I do You're the perfect patient Sick inside and out I know how you long to exist invisibly Or at least mirrorless Poor Jane Doe I honestly don't know where you are I searched every room It was only echoes You're the perfect patient Sick inside and out I can't be your medication Or your therapist couch You paint the walls of your life white Your pain becomes a gallery The hardest parts works of art