face.a sick me.

Do see. a face of a sick me.Changing light to dark.Why?is it that I just sit alone,..with hands tied, why.is it that.I.push myself to that point.only to sit there with blinded eyes.blinded by fear.feelings like I've tied to the ground. Oh can you see the face of a sick me.sitting with fear,the fear of suffering.away.a suffering that.can't be Seen nor heard.so.Stop .take.a look.at.me.the face of the sick me.straining to keep it all lock up.But wanting to give. the others a lesson before.they start living a life of fear.my heart is pounding out.Im wanting to let it out.to let it all go by.But I am still living in fear.Left here all alone,to sit.with the suffering that can't be Seen nor heard.Left alone to try it all again tomorrow.Left.with a face of a sick me......