Exhibit

The animal walks around it’s home

in view of everyone.

Everyone comes to gawk and stare.

They feel safe by the glass,

and are joyous as it moves about.

But when the animal gets too close

to the edge of it’s exhibit

everyone takes a step back,

They think the animal is dangerous.

But it’s not going to hurt them.

I’m not going to hurt them.

I can’t hurt them anymore.

But yet I am still an exhibit

Better not get too close.

Isn’t It Funny?

Isn’t it funny how

concerned you are now that

if I go to the store,

I could catch an illness

and die,

but yet

where was this concern when

an illness was inside me

making me want to die

the last nine fucking years?