Invisible Illness

There are things that I can't tell them I hide behind a false persona full of life when really I am frail and dying An uncalled for scream, backlash bold lip, crack the whip so I can learn how to be something other than what I have become because you don't like her The world does not like her, and even she does not like herself This illness is a silent killer who whispers words of death into the innocent ears of the lonely and Lifeless.