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This throwing up feeling,

I'm getting quite use to it,

It's throwing me off ballance,

It's causing me to tumble,

My eyes are one twelth opened.



At home, I can no longer say "I dont feel well",

For "I dont feel well" makes parents mad.

They are frustrated at me.

They are frustrated at all of my alements,

That shatter me every day.



My heart cant be crushed enough,

Although it's turned into a powder,

Although it just drifts in the wind,

Bringing more sickning feelings,

I have to keep these things in.



My temper rises.

It causes me to yell,

It causes me to cry,

It causes me to kick and scream,

And then weakly proclaim "I started it".



I cant yell.

I shouldnt cry.

I should just wait patiently through this shit,

Like I've practice doing for so many a year.



Waiting for a friend,

Waiting for hope,

Waiting for my courage,

Waiting for food,

Waiting for my sancturary...



Patience is a virtue,

But at lass, I learn it is not.

If you wait, your time will pass,

And there is nothing you can do,

Because you waited, and of couce...



The Early Bird Catches the Worm.



So I'll just wait again,

Untill I find a new worm,

Untill I can recruperate,

Untill I can feel better again.



Maybe I wont be sick forever.