I'M Sick Poem by Cheryl CommodoreHarvey

I'M Sick



I'm sick.
Honest, I am.
I'm sick.
What? You don't believe me?
I'm sick.
Why don't you see?
I'm sick.
I feel like crying
I'm sick.
No, medication won't help
I'm sick.
Why won't you help me
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick

Monday, July 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sickness
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