Sickness Did This To Me Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

If only you knew how much I've changed
Since this day, the difference is great
Six years have passed since I underwent
The world-flipping hit, the sign that read, "stop"
Since then I have grown, since then I've been switched
Since then I've matured, toward intelligence I have itched
All the things about me that people once knew
Were gone, as my person suddenly became new
In my head came a voice, one of torture and hate
A voice that switched pitches, still great
It towered over my soul with power and strength
There is nothing I can do to get out of its way
So for the past six years here I have stood
Under the influence of this evil hood
This hate, and this drive, determination all too live
This world and this lifestyle I struggle with inside
If you understand the agony, can read into the pain
You'd understand why I don't want to stay the same
But escaping myself is not something I can do
‘cause I'm keeping my self here, I'll stay here: I want to.