My Sickness

I have countless broken promises
And endless nights of tears.
My emotional stress should be quarantined,
Nights of dreams I fear.

Isolation is my qualm,
But it is also the one thing I live for.
I keep myself in constant doubt,
As days pass by I lose myself more.

Smiles and laughter are forced
The real me stays inside.
While I'm dizzy with all of my desperation
All my scars I hide.

I have a problem
Doctors could probably give it a name.
I like the decay and sadness
Of this lonely, nameless game.

September 27,2005