No More [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I'm getting reacquainted with the real-deal headache;
retracing my steps the culprits have been delineated -
my keratin-conditioner project will have to go and no
strange substances will be permitted now my head's
exploding; nobody need fear my smile blinding them

In this brilliant sunshine - no more artificial, apple-
flavoured iced-tea or caramel popcorn, back on the
straight & narrow - sedately following a lonely road
to relative comfort & ease as chemical depression
changes the beautiful world into a grey and lonely

Place - my poor brain goes into autistic mode, losing
social skills 'til I clump around like a stupid giant and
stranger in my own world, my mind shrinking into the
smallest point, intellectual filling system disappears -
do you know how lonely it is to live without yourself -

Existing as an alien in a foreign body while you dare
not cry because the whole problem's caused by you
and your losing control of the allergy in not following
the right dietary regime - discipline is needed, and a
responsible, dedicated attempt to return all parts of

Life to full-colour, then living would contain me again;
tomorrow I may be able to hold normal conversation,
stop making inane remarks because my brain's being
criss-crossed by ants; I might even feel like me again,
when I'm gone nothing makes sense as reality just

Dissolves into one question - WHY?