Hiding

A free verse poem, if that's what you'd call this poem

I want to hide
I want to cry
I want them all to die
I want to put this censor bar over my eyes

So no one will know
That the sick one
Is me
So no one will know
The sick one's identity

Everyone can see it

I really believe it
I’m going crazy

You’re in the wrong clearly

I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry
You have my deepest apologies, absolutely
No matter what I do
I still carry on to be sick
And I really, really despise it