Inconveniently Sick
Nobody asked you to stay. In fact, I urged you to go.
Insults flow so freely,
No matter how hard I try,
Never seemingly satisfied
Until you claim the tears I cry.
From your noisy condescension
When I can’t think quite as quick,
Or making me feel worthless
’Cause I’m the inconvenient kind of sick.
Sorry I’m so draining,
Or a quivering, panicky mess,
Just adding to your juggling act
Of every kind of stress.
Nobody asked you to stay.
In fact, I urged you to go.
But I’m sick of being tortured now.
Just thought I’d let you know.
