Bless me father for I have sneezed

Bless me father for I have sneezed.  
It has been 2 weeks since I’ve had this cold.
As I lie decaying but not deceased
All my sins shall be told

I’m the kind of person who sterilises their teaspoon
In other peoples’ cups of coffee.
I can walk into a room
And find some fault in everybody

I stand alone in circles of friends
While chatter overtakes my head
I stand alone and just pretend
To have understood what they have said

I nick post-its and pens from my desk at work
For what reason I do not know
Now in my kitchen they sit and lurk
For they cannot be put on show

I killed an ant the other day
Just stamped it with my foot
“Don’t kill me,” I heard it say
But it soon met with my stilettoed boot

I ask for absolution from my Lemsip
And the paracetamol I downed
I really hate being sick
It makes me think of the bad things I’ve done.