Sick

You sit there gagging,

Your mind's unhitched,

You're insides exploding,

You start to twitch.

Stand up straight,

You weak little thing,

Disgusting to many,

Your eyes start so sting.

Your voice in a quiver,

You better be quick,

You're slipping away,

But you still make me sick.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

sounds like you poisoned the person and reveling in your work and their suffering. only, you are kind to the person just by sitting with them.