My neck has an axe in it
My brain was hit with a hatchet
I honestly feel like sh*t
I never dreamed of it when I was a kid
How could life end up like this?
What does that mean?
I feel insulted, I’m the king
The king of what, listening and serving
The public has sentenced me to a stigmatized hearing
It’s been going on all my life
Stigma against chronic illness beats a scythe
It makes you want to be alone, to leave your life
To end things on this world
All things I don’t like
We fight to let people know our condition
But hell…half the time they aren’t listenin’
What can I do?
What do I say?
Do I ask those people to just stay away?
No I fight to educate them right
To make sure they know how I struggle and fight
That simple things takes a toll when enduring this life
Thanks for understanding all I cannot make right!