M.usical S.ensations: A Collection of Poetic Constellations Erin Vander Linden

Sick

Meredith Brooks. "Bitch." Blurring the Edges, Capital, 1997.

Erin Vander Linden

I face the world today,

you're no good to me

and I know that, that won't change.

Try to fight you,

but you look at me like maybe

I won't know you're underneath,

head down to my feet.

Yesterday I tried.

You don't relinquish as the enemy inside,

I can't understand and I get so confused,

all I blame is you,

you're a little bit of everything all rolled into one.

I am sick, I'm a fighter,

you're my body's friendly fire.

I'm a victim of disease,

I do not feel ashamed.

I'm your slave, in my dreams,

you do not mean a thing,

you know you wouldn't want it any other way.

So you'll take what you can,

this may mean that I need

a helping hand.

I'm assured that you'll attack all my nerves,

that you'll go to extremes.

Tomorrow will always change

and today you bring the pain.

I am sick, you're under cover,

in my veins, in my stutter,

in my eyes, in my brain.

I do not feel ashamed.

You're my hell and I can scream

but that won't mean a thing,

you know you wouldn't want it any other way.

Just when I think

I've got you figured out,

the symptoms are already changing.

I think it's cruel you do what you do,

and keep on raiding me.

I am sick, yes I suffer,

I'm a person without buffers.

I'm a cripple with a cane.

I do not feel ashamed.

I'm a puppet, you're my strings,

I'm caught in between,

You know you wouldn't want it any other way.

I am sick with disease,

caught in uncertainty.

How you hurt and make me suffer

and my head's so full of clutter.

I am numb till you're revived

and set me alight,

You know I couldn't have it any other way.