my disease

 so long this sickness, few there are who know 
(but why dwell on the negative at all?) 
 it's only pills and discipline, at last 
(and just a thing to carry, like a phone) 

a kingdom built from limits and denial, 
a life made out of sand and water mixed, 
a body made to shudder and to render 
a mind past anything like being 

fixed