I’m scared to see you
My forsaken muse, My forgotten disease,
The words you once pulled from me
With such tainted ease,
Have been traded for these medicated
New views of what I should adhere to,
And who it is I should listen to,
And hunting for a new way to get by.
I said goodbye,
Aloud only in my mind,
So now I try to find,
‘Cause I miss the illness.
And the words that come with it,
But maybe I just miss you.
I’m scared to see you.