The Living Disease

It lives, It breathes, It sees.

Its a living disease.

It helps you, It hurts you, but it never leaves.

It teaches you, but never leaves you at ease.

I try not to mind it, but it stays,

It feeds me in a way,

but starves me from what i crave.

It shows me how to be,

by letting me see the unseen,

but blinds me from the obvious that lies in front of me.

It influences me to be what ive become,

It steals away my every feeling to the point that im numb.

My courage is replaced by fear when i proceed to succeed,

My strength is weaken, it doesnt want me to find what i need.

Trying to find a way to get rid of this curse,

All it achieves is to bring me down to my worst.