Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong