Socially Sick

[2010&Saved]

I hope this is appropriate for the forums. I really like posting what I write on here haha. It's seems easier to share my writing with strangers more than close friends or family.


Socially Sick


This social sickness sits ay my very core.
The anxiety blankets my soul.
Like a festering wound that will never close.
I feel like I'm suffocating.
I'm running out of breath, unable to gasp for more!

I open my mouth to speak, the words reluctantly evacuate my mind.
The sickness immediately tightens it's hold.
I walk away from what this sickness has turned into such a chore.
I look back, and see all the blank stares.
They know I'm not well.
They can see the disease, the sickness that strangles my soul.

This social sickness has no cure!
I'm it's prisoner and it won't grant me parole.
Freedom is something I have never known.

Yea, I have a sickness.
One that I'm sure has no cure.
I'm sure it's evolving, into something more.
What am I going to do?
I'm so weary, so tired and cold.

I think I'm going to give in, and let it take further control.
Don't give up you say?
Yea right, as if you would know.
Your just like all the others.
Can't you see the mask you wear?

Your kindness is shallow, fake, a clever show.

Would you look at this?
Look at me go, you see how I digress?
I'm feeling the urge to zig zag back and forth all of a sudden.
Like a chicken without a head.

Oh no, my memory of the subject seems to have been repressed.
My head is all in a mess.

Did I ever mention that I was sick?

[mattfivefour]

But, ah, it does have a cure— Jesus Christ!

[anath]

For whoever is born of God overcomes the world: and this is the victory that overcomes the world, even our faith. 1 John 5:4

Saved, we have won the victory from this sin-sick world through Jesus.