the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I can’t leave the house when the disease, is in my mind.

Who knows what I’d do?

Jump in front of a car?

Scream till my goes red and I can’t see?

Attack anyone or anything in my path?

It’s just not safe out there.

At home, there’s really no one to hurt me, if I stay huddled in my safe, burning, room. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

No one to pick at my healing scars.

When I leave, they see through the mask

and I end up back to the beginnin.

They can see my disease.

That happens to be how it grows.