Disease Poem by haley was here

you sit
you lie
you wait
but don't die

they say it is one thing, and they are right
but it is part of this larger life changing obstacle
this life ending obstacle that they are merely perpetuating
the name they used is vulgar by association and never ending to those, to those who find themselves cursed

they say I am too young
they say it is impossible
they say I will be fine
but I am the youngest of my kind

they don't know what to do
but they never say this
they say it won't come back
but they never say it true

others say I have ten years till freedom,2,040 days till I am free, free of my curse, free of the never ending thought that again I shall bare this plague, free of everything but my scars

pale strips along my arm
glistening
gleaming
hidden in plain sight

two bumps across from each other
three white dots divide
making the godless bare a cross

my scars stand proud
though I am not
they may fade
but the damage is everlasting