a hemorrhage that won't let me be happy,
it's an ache that won't go away,
a contagion that keeps me caring,
a debility for my every day;
it doesn't give me convulsions,
but it lives cancerously inside;
it's a malady of misery--
incurable 'til I die.
my stomach doesn't get upset,
my temp doesn't drop down low,
my joints don't get inflamed,
but when it attacks, you'll know.
it's an endemic of wishing,
a seizure of make-believe,
a bug resistant to catharsis...
I've got the dreamer's disease.