Let me tell you,

A secret,

I have a disease.

No, not a terminal disease,

Although the side affects

Can be deadly.


Simply, I have the green-bug,

That little flea,

That goes around,

The moment when my guard is down,

When insecurities lay beneath my body,

That's when the disease

Strikes so quick,

Aimed at your heart,

But also to your mind,

And then lastly to you soul.

Which disease can cause you this?

No it's not a terminal disease,

But the side affects are deadly.

It's merely, this green-bug

That I would like to call


And yet,

It's a known disease,

With no cure at all…