everything I write is true
no theatrics or false feeling but emotions I've learned to subdue
in a world where my sickness is seen as unfit to express what I'm going through
no fictitious fables
I'm unstable and standing on this shaky platform of impalpable words
one day I'll become too senile to know the simple verbs and nouns that kept me grounded
I'll wither young like a youthful clover exposed to an unforgiving heat