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.