Shyness like a disease
Spreads through out my body
Its green putrid pus coming out
Of my leg
Like infection eating a burn
A shot in the butt will not help
I want to have friends
To listen to people
To actually hear what they have to say
And digest their wisdom
And their being
Into my heart
I am deaf, blind, and numb
The infection spreading its
Malicious malevolence
Into my brain
I am a robot
The disease has won
I am deadened
It is too late for me
I am already programmed
Green putridness flowing like a river
Out of all my pours
Its emerald stench is so strong
I cannot smell anything but shampoo
I am the disease
The reason why
Brothers war on brothers
Smell my monstrous contagion
As the secretion runs down your spine
And into your heart
I am jade
Burned with no pain
I cannot feel
A thing
Your poetry is getting more descriptive and sophisticated. It humbles me.
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