Sick - Inure

I feel sick and I try to disguise

This pattern often lies

In mind I cannot pry

To slip inside denied yet penetrates the eye

No simple reason why

Still something will collide

Shake as I touch to find

These thoughts ennui will bind

In short there is no time

Staring From the walls within

This disease surely could

Not face the fear that seals more of

My heart sometimes than should

I feel sick and I cannot hide

This torment from my eyes

And fear will never see it’s here inside of me

As much as I believe

And try to rearrange

But would it ever change

Or just remain the same

A test or what I will

Know that I want it sill

Staring From the walls within

This disease surely could

Not face the fear that seals more of

My heart sometimes than should