Guess Her Diagnosis

Burning purple and red,
Her swollen body
oozing with infection
She stands in their faces,
the doctors and the aides, 
who cannot agree
on the nature of her disease.
Be it depression,
Psychosis or
the dreadful personality disorder.
How do they treat this
swollen purple thing, which
offends everyone with it's odor?
Should they use gentle kindness or
brutal rejection.

How Dare I

How dare I wear
my pretty cloths,
flaunt my thick and wavy hair.
I watch with glaring eyes
as you stumble
in ragged shoes.
your failures
create a begging frown.
Your stare threatens me.
How dare I progress
and leave you like this.