Invisible Illness
It is my secret until I wish to share
You may not see my pain, but it will always be there,
Waiting to strike, hiding behind my own eyes
I use a smile to disguise, the pain that I feel
Up and down my back
It starts from the skull where the trouble began
It shocks my nerves through to my hands
And before I can stop it, it tingles my feet
Creating a pain in my body I cannot defeat
Until, again, I take another pill
To them it’s just a headache or muscle strain
To me, it’s a sign that no one understands
What I go through everyday
Just to get through the pain
That my own body created when I was born
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