chrons disease

So when they saw that I was sick all I heard was the Prick Prick Prick of trying to find out why And when they did they didn't try to hide it It was inside it ....was never going away Because u can tell me that I'm sick but that doesn't mean I'm gonna get better This is me Because it pushes where it should pull Because it pulls where it should push My body will not March to a beat that is not its own heart No one that is developed in a pharmaceutical lab where they wear white coats and Their vision is impaired by goggles so they see Not me. But my problems. I'm not saying I'm not thankful Because I am But I'm not resolved I'm not saying I want to change Because we are all beautiful Just the way God made us. But God made me broken. But I have no control Just decisions To be a better person A better listener A better example A better believer But don't tell me to get better Because I can't I will keep marching to the beat of my own intestine Invention save me! But I am thankful Of every step I take The mistakes I make The challenges I face What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. But if I could last a little longer I would appreciate it. Because every prick Prick Prick Is a step towards it And the change to my name is accepted.