GAD
The Cid
I do not remember
Choosing this path-
To have to feel every day
Like a victim of a bloodbath;
To be the foundation of why
These people feel drained.
Not sure if I'm insane,
But I'm just in so much pain.
Some days I contemplate
And catch sight of my family...
But they seem to not get
All that's happening to me;
That my symptoms are real
And it's driving me crazy,
And that I miss being in the pink
When my beef weren't heavy.
If I'm in charge of my body,
Then why can't I control it?
Is it really hard to respire
Or am I just a misfit?
Fixating on my complaints
Does not help me at all.
Even so, I seem addicted
In imagining myself fall.
How does everybody manage
To get ill and not worry?
Here I am, just annoying
The doctors in the emergency.
They all tell me it's in my head,
But what exactly do they know?
Guess I'll just keep asking the net
For it isn't as narrow.
