Sick Stranger

Why do I feel so sick?
I feel so wrong
I'm a Christian,
yet I feel so non.
There's snakes in
the pit of
my stomach,
wriggling around,
squirming around
in my guts.
Why can't I eat?
Why can't I sleep?
All I can do is
think about all
the wrong things.
And trust me,
my thoughts aren't
sweet.
Now is not a
good time for
old good
me to retreat.
I need her.
Now I'm so messy
trying to defeat
my own mind.
A stranger in
the mirror.
A different kind
of creature.