Confined in office and home is fine
as long as I can do things I like -
surfing the Internet
But when rejection and isolation is
my daily fare, when my offerings
are met with a cold glare
My resolve weakens and my mind
disintegrates under the assault of
frozen disgust - undisguised
Attempts to destroy my spirit make
it almost impossible to breathe, yet
somehow I am not dead yet
What keeps me alive in a world all
hostile which imprisons me in a
chair all day long
Where physical symptoms make
escape impossible while access
to my dad is unattainable?
I accept responsibility for all these,
believing in freedom, all brought
about by my choices
Though why I chose to be ill, stuck in
the quagmire of mental sluggishness,
is beyond explanation
Admitting guilt lessens the burden and
makes me determined to learn how to
love - unconditionally
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