Me

Paralyzing anxiety is all who accompanies me,

No friends stand beside me in this pain now attached to me.

Self-absorption accused of me,

"Help your mother; her pain will cease in thee." 

Observation, in my free time greets me,

Seeing him can be the only thing that completes me.

"But, wait, call your father,

You're all the world has to offer."

Yet the world offers nothing to me,

My life is but a victim of theives.

"Put down the photos, your parents must see,

Your smiling face to relenquish the pain."

"In time you'll be fine, 'till then, please don't whine,

Your parents need you, their chronic pain cannot be in vain. 

You must be the cure of this terminal flu."

To them my pain isn't the same, I guess I'll slowly just go insane.