Sickness

So sick
Of being who I am
A liar
A cheat
A fake
A loser
I let the bug of humanity
Infect my being
Changing who I am
And who I used to be
The burning in my throat
And the coughing up of blood
Is nothing compared to
The loss of the beloved
Our own pride and joy
Our minds and our spirits
Waiting to be infected
As we sit back an watch
Like pigs to a slaughter
As the blood in our veins
Boils ever hotter