Suffering chronic pain in silence
Yet not even your medical licence
Makes my illness visible
I can hardly walk
And yet you talk
Of exercise, you’re so derisible
Spend a day with me
And you will see
What I do, just to survive
And yet you doubt
What my disease is about
You think you are so wise
What do I have to do
So I can prove to you
That my illness is very, very real
Perhaps spending a day in my skin
Would allow you to begin
To know exactly how I feel
Only other sufferrers like me
Can really see
The pain I suffer every day
So take your scepticism and leave
Until you come to believe
Because this may be you one day
No known cure nor cause
I deserve a round of applause
When I stand and walk five paces
Pain and headaches go on and on
Can’t tie laces so now wear slipons
A stranger to my favourite places
Now add dizziness, nausea and much more
To understand why my soul is so sore
Your disbelief is ignorant and baseless
Ninety plus per-cent of my days spent in bed
A cold compress and pills for my head
I pray for the day this will all end
Perhaps then you will welcome me
And be ready and willing to see
That this is real, my dear ex-friend
My Chronic Illness & Other Thoughts 