Dear cancer, I am far from amused by your sorry excuse for invading me,
my body
YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION
I don’t like the abuse
Being used
Just some poor excuse
Your pity thrown on me like some kind of cheap blanket or soiled towel
Then discarded and forgotten
I’m left feeling kind of rotten and alone like an orphan with out a home his parents disowned
This is how cancer feels
Like a horrible, no good very bad day that you don’t know how you’re ever gonna make it go away
So you sit and you pray, sit and you pray, sit and you pray
Hoping to God, he is hearing what you have to say  
And he’ll take it all  away
So I can live to see another day
Wish upon another star
If you haven’t figured it out yet cancer *****
I do not like it
I hate it
Hate it with a passion
It does not have my permission to stay inside of my body, eat away at My organs, or tear down my soul
I will not give in to cancer
Cancer will not control