Sick

by Tamara   Dec 18, 2006


The saddest thing you will ever know,
is the thing you have known the longest.
It can be your strongest point,
or your weakest.
Really all it shows it your vulnerability.
It's a form of nakedness if you will.
Because as soon as someone knows you've got it,
the manipulation starts.
They can twist it,
tear it,
and test it,
and until they recieve it,
nothing will really matter.
Yet upon the reception,
you are giving them the key,
to gawk at your nakedness,
and then it happens,
you ache and plea under the spell,
or the madness as I prefer,
and then you will know,
you are sick with the disease I refer to.

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