Dirt World

This disease is impenetrable.
All the things I once saw possible
Are now too distant for my reach.
The obsession for sanitation is astonishing.
The world around me is closing in.
Polluted, filthy, impure
How can people live life as the disgusting human being as they are now?
This mind I hold inside my head comprehends all unseen,
While most others fail to do so.
It's taking over my life.
Why is it that I hold this portable under world?
Does everyone fear me?
Does anyone fear me?
Does anyone know me?
"With help you shall get through this," they say.
They are wrong.
A possibility that I could forget all that ever was?
No.
Impossible
What to do now?
Give up?
The easy way out?
I'll take it.