Pushing on my chest till there’s no air to breathe
Scarlett fills my face
Over 100 degrees.
Tunnel vision, like no one is around
And yet I notice everything around me and every sound.

This disease is a prison
And I am it’s captive.

Except this prison is invisible
And no one knows you’re there
-why people can say
“Stop complaining, life isn’t fair!”
And so I go on with my days
Fighting alone
Wishing and dreaming
This prison wasn’t home.

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