I have two diseases that will always control my life

They have been a burden, a pain, a constant strife

They tell me when to eat, sleep, and cause me to cry

But I know I cannot give up, I just have to try

Try to rid myself of these terrible pains

My hatred for them boiling deep in my veins

I work everyday pushing to be victorious

Some days I do and feel fantasticlly glorious

I make everyday the best that it can be

Doing the things that make me, well me

Although it is apparent that I am different from some

I know that in my heart these diseases I will someday overcome.