Restless mind and countless theory How do I know that someone will hear me Through the disarray? Perpetual stereotypes and I am walking To ease myself from the excessive talking-- Quit you egocentrism I'll sacrifice my safety just for a peek A glimpse into that which renders me weak In order to move on The serenity of darkness cannot be explained If you enjoy the light, your sanity will be regained Until remission is over Beyond one-third and that's a bit too wild I've been sick since I was a child But I'll dismiss it for now Unfamiliar so ironically not that bad Is a judgment made by those who haven't had This sort of debilitation Eight years and I continue to conceal Only because the healthy can't afford to deal With something they cannot feel If it is mild, no one will question why Severe, and they accept that you'll die In-between is just an annoyance Surprised when they learn that I've still got it Completely under control, I could've fought it As if I haven't already tried Of course now it's become second nature They think you just have to wait your Turn...and it'll be alright But I shouldn't be complaining anymore It's not as threatening as it was before Perhaps it'll leave And for now I must sleep For tomorrow I may weep If it hasn't disappeared.
Reason for writing:
I've had a chronic illness for eight years that's never been diagnosed. I don't speak much of it anymore because when I did, people would get really irritated. (I don't know why.) So if they--having never experienced the illness--are annoyed...what does that make me?
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