My Disease

by WishfulThinking   Sep 22, 2006


No one notices what's wrong with me,
They say it's just a phase it'll pass,
But it's my disease & i'll never be free,
I just want them to take notice & fuss.

I sit here & watch her,
My Sister who seems so perfect in every way,
She's always been the favourite to my mother & father,
She just seems to grow more beautiful each passing day.

They never see me tear up my skin,
They don't even notice the obvious scars,
They don't hear my disease screaming i win,
I can't escape it i'm blocked by bars.

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  • 17 years ago

    by .x.HauNt.x.Me.x.

    This is sad..
    i say.. stab all sisters.. then shall we go play in the sandpit for hours and hours and forget about everything? :)
    this is really well written and easy to relate to
    keep it up 5/5
    xoxoxox

    could you pretty please comment on my latest poem hidden behind this mask . . i would really value your opinion of it :) xoxoxo

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