Is it already Day 10?

prompt: a suffering poem

Oh, I am the poem of sorrow.
I represent all the misunderstood
of this world. Is there
anyone I have left out?

Oh, I am the poem of despair.
My words appear meaningless
on the page, and in the air
as they fly about.

Oh, I am the poem of intense pain.
I notify you of new infections
of the heart, the nowhere,
and rampant self-doubt.

Yes, I am the incurable poem, always
moaning and whining through
lines that never dare
to speak straight, or even shout.