Diorama

I'm sorry that we didn't know how sick you were
your world in brilliance did you cut yourself from there
to change your wild perspectives somewhere along the road
to dream of oceans till your head wants to explode
what is your substance?
what are you made of?
and all your grimaces like curtains on the wall
to guard against our eyes to nullify it all
your deepest wish directing dramas in your head
"leave your person and be someone else instead"
what is your substance?
what are you made of?
have I not deserved to grasp we're perfect and complete
have I built these walls around us forever you and me
forever you and me
forever you and me