I can feel the cloud envelop me.
Do not tell me to cheer up-
I have no limbs, but you ask me to fly.
Would you command
a dead man
Do not remind me of my blessings –
to have such wonderful things in my life
and still feel no joy
Do not tell me I am beautiful;
that you love me;
I feel ugly and unworthy of love.
When you tell me these things
either I have tricked you into seeing me
as something I am not
are lying to me
Do not tell me anything.
Just take me to the doctor
and get me