My hand shakes,
As my stomach quakes.
Have I done something wrong?
An echoing song.
Can’t think straight,
Could never feel great.
Eyes blur as they drown,
Become hard to not frown.
Sitting in sorrow.
Did I, these feelings borrow?
Internal slow aching,
Flesh begins baking.
With no reason,
Is this emotional treason?
Has my body deemed war upon itself?
Detrimental traitor to its mental health.
Ridiculous and in vain,
Serving only to cause shame.
The truth unobtainable,
Forever unexplainable.