With my sickness, I'm a monster:
Encephalitis has made me wrong.
Every month, I get to my doctor,
who tells me to actually stay strong!

For I seem like such a horrid being,
my disease formed me to that.
I'm now in a nightmare, dreaming,
since my head’s just spat!

It's sad I sound like a freak,
I've really lost most of my friends.
How I'm now, like a geek,
it just seemed like the end!

Suicide was what I'd thought of:
but good thing I then got through.
Since every lives’ great to adore,
no one’s should ever look blue!