Proof

I always wished for it to be real.  To have a name, so I could shout it.  I wished and wished for something to be wrong.  Alone in my darkness I would dwell and wish.  Making potions of poison in my head.  “What’s the worst way to die?” I’d ask my reflection.  She’d always just laugh and say “see I told you, it’s all in your head”.

Proof

It came one day

Written on paper

I waved it around

“See, see, I’m not the crazy one”

As I shook the bottle of pills in their faces

There’s a reason now

And I jumped up and down, twirling my hair and cackling at the moon.