Disease

You water your flowers twice a day and
leave your fruit to rot.
You swear all the skies are grey
but they're not,
they're promising.
If the rain is falling then your sky is too,
if your boat is rocking
you're gonna drown,
but your feet are on solid ground.

You act like you're barely breathing
yet it's my air you steal.
The disease that eats your body
has no cure
no name
but what you've given to it.

You till the ground with a broken stick and
neatly keep the weeds.
You project everything inside,
all that I'm not.
I promise you
I'd rather be broken on my own than a
slave to all your fears.
Someday you'll be alone as I am now.

You act like you're barely breathing,
yet it's my air you steal.
The disease that haunts your mind
has no cure
no name
but what you've given to it.