Poetry by: Candy Vaughnn
With the Sickness
With the sickness...
You can't go many places. You can't see many faces. You can't have a party. You're not well, hardly. Just discussing life's dilemmas and all. You know you can't go to the mall. You can't see your friends. You day seems to never end. You get bored beyond repair. You often need more air. You really don't have any fun. You can't even run. You don't have much to say. You could upchuck and you may.