Scarecrow

Dear Scarecrow,
It was nice to meet you
But I'm a cobbled-together
Mess of a girl

I've got Harper's ache
And Medea's thoughts
Courtney's glass heart
And Magenta's restraint

Pull back the curtain
And you'll see
None of it is real
None of them are me

I'm just a collection
Of dark dreams
There's a reputation
To live up to
And fight off
For the sake of seeming
Like something other
Than that dark stain

And you wish
You see in me
Things that I may
Or may not be
But I'm going back
To New York City
To see if Bethesda
Will heal me