By and Bye

By and Bye

I am contaminated.

By the shadows that cling to me like a disease.

By the anxiety that encompasses me in a crowd.

I am poisoned.

By the sarcasm used in my presence.

By those who try to minimize me to make themselves feel better.

I am isolated.

By the manner I use in my speech.

By the standards I set for myself.

I am tired.

By the routines and structure that fatigue my body.

By the tasks I must complete to feel accomplished.

By the memories I wish to bid fare well and good bye.