The Gentle Disease

It feels weird to walk...
I don't want to talk...
I feel dizzy,
Is the room spinning?

What's wrong
With me?
I'm never good
Enough
For someone..
For anyone.

I think I should just..
Keep to myself,
And leave everyone
Alone.
I am nothing
But a hazard
To others,
And myself.

Save yourself,
And be rid of me.
I am
The Gentle Disease,
For when I'm in your system,
I'll kill you slowly...
When trying to save you,
And myself..

Millie J. Skosher