True words

Im feeling sick

Feom the inside out

Im feeling wrong

No longer strong

Im feeling weak 

And meek

Towards my life

Im feeling dependant like an old man to their walking stick

But not for moving for stalling

I am not well

I feel down

And around and around

My wishes are nit my command

I am not anything

I am not promising

I am  not right

There is  no fight

Left in me

I am alone

With a heart of stone

All these ideas

Are like drugs

Turning me over

Into a dry ash leaf

I am a thief

Of myself

Broken unspoken

An emotoy tokwn

Unable to fulfill 

My own aspirations

Chosen

Fragmented

I am ill represented.

I am not well