Diseased

He sits alone Quarintened in illness Not disease of the flesh But virus of the mind Does not understand why He is treated like something so vile All he knows is This treatment makes him cry No one speaks No one listens Just leave quickly Before they can catch the illness Stupidity and ignorance At its finest Pushing him away Pushing, Pushing Pushing him over the edge Crying everyday Crying, Crying So sick of crying Dying, alone and crying So sick of trying Dying, dying Inside and out - He's dying Are you happy now?