I am unhealthy

I am surrounded by mud that glitters

  hence diseases fester in my nerves.

         But i am still growing 

           Growing exotic.

Earth mocks me for my forced existence

And here I am, looking for acceptance.

   Walls of dust are closing in on me

        There’s nowhere to go.

          I feel trapped in here.

And the vast Silence whispers,

             “There’s no cure “

           so you know what?

     I will make myself satisfied

Give me more trash to chew on