Sick

Everything's blank.
Nothing's processing
Anxiety kicks in
and my dark thoughts are crossing.
I stick out,
I'm not like the others
I feel nothing
no pain, I guess I'm just
sick or insane
don't tell me, I need your medicine.
I will not conform or be
your experiment.
Don't call me by my name
for you do not know me.
According to the records I'm sick.
but I disclaim
I see your face and it brings me to shame
when you play these little games
put on your act
yet behind the scenes
you're a monster, you're a beast
when you grab me,
I feel nothing,I am not phase.
You do to me what your father has done to you.
rape me, go ahead.
I am not insane, but I am indeed sick.
Sick with your disease,
it festers inside.
My body is withering,
As I lay on my side.
Finally its over,
this is how I die.....