Virus Poem by Tiffany Ip

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.
It’s just, this is how I am.
I hurt everyone I come in contact with.
I want to say it’s not my fault, but I’d be lying, and I can’t do that to you.
I’ve already done enough damage.

I remember when you said you wished you didn’t have to go to school,
And I was really excited because I thought I could be the solution.
You’d be happy and I’d have a home.
It all seemed like it could work out.
But I guess I wasn’t exactly what you were looking for.

It’s really hard, not knowing your place in this world.
To not even be sure whether you’re living.
To finally feel like you belong somewhere only to turn around and realize that the one person you felt closest to was actually doing everything in their power to get rid of you.

I think that was the hardest thing.
Coming to the realization that you didn’t want me anymore,
Or that maybe you never wanted me at all.
When your dad took you to Urgent Care and asked the doctor, “How long? ” and your response was a soft groan.
I think that’s when it really hit me.

But don’t worry.
Sooner or later, I’ll be gone
And you won’t miss me.
No one ever does.