The Disease

To believe this distress,
of being outside in.
Being on the verge of confess,
or to hold it deep within.

It can make you look concave,
where all the lies show.
To feel like a dark plague,
for fear that everyone knows.

This sickness you cant believe,
all pain and disgust.
Something so evil happened to me,
my hopes begin to rust.

I'm stored away from health,
locked by myself with no key.
This is the hand I was dealt,
how can I fight the disease?