Engaged in reckless abandon,

self-medicating as I gamble.

I grow more weary as I persist,

as I become more promiscuous.

Am I the victim of KIDNAPPING,

where they took my BRAIN,

as I fought them off with fists?

ANOTHER abductee gone missing—

but they won't break my spirit,

even if they take away my WINGS.

DIAGNOSED in an anti-septic hallway,

though I still remain unconvinced.

I refuse to be an EXPERIMENT;

I am nobody's test subject.

One SATURDAY,

a PATTERN emerged 

that was disturbing; it began 

with DELUSIONS

of grandiosity. 

I may feel spurned now, 

but I'm still learning.

If only this INSOMNIA 

would just let me sleep.