I feel it in my gut,
A sickness so strong it hurts.

It tears me apart,
from the inside out.

The voices yell obscene thing in my ear,
"**** them, it would feel good".

The bugs on my skin are always there,
crawling up and down my arms.

I scream a silent scream,
one no one can hear.

From the outside I look sane,
Even a little normal.

I am anything but.

I am crazy.

I am my disease.