Invisible

Both literally and figuratively

It's a hard pill to swallow

To live the life of the chronically ill

In its reality, you must wallow

You can try to explain to someone

Try to help them understand

Every day is different

But the pain comes hand in hand

With every good day comes the bad

And with the bad, there comes the worst

It just depends how lucky you are

On the day, which one got there first

The medicines can be killers

The therapies are full of pain

Though if out about in public

You may think we look the same

The problems may be invisible

Disease hidden deep inside

Or they might be seen by the naked eye

Although they can prefer to hide

Don't get me started with the fatigue

When no amount of sleep will quite suffice

When it feels like you're walking underwater

As it strives to drown your life

Or the hair loss or the hobbies

That you lost, so premature

Or the parties and the gatherings

That you are absent for

Yet the stigma that comes with it

Happens each and every day

Because most people cannot see it

And expect you to seize the day

They refuse to give up their seat

Or yell at you over a parking space

They don't know that you are ill

Unless you tell them face to face