I'm a Prisoner

I like to write and I like to rhyme. Especially, when I'm going through hard times. It helps me cope. Normally, I wouldn't post something like this, but I think this can help others understand what I've been through in the past week.  I titled it: I'm a Prisoner.

My body is my antagonist. It attacks, it fights, and it causes pain. My body is always full of shit. It’s an ass, it lies; it’s a ball and chain. I’m a prisoner; stay over there and love me. I’m a patient; come over here and hug me. I’m not myself; don’t hate me. I am myself; please love me. I’m lying here crying on the bathroom floor with lots of pain I’m trying to ignore. I’m fed up with being fucked up. When it comes to health, I don’t have much luck.