arthritis
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I want to cry
Just pour my eyes out
But I am Humble and Brave
And I know my will is strong enough
I want to cry
Just pour my eyes out
But I am Humble and Brave
And I know my will is strong enough
Arthritis that’s not too bad but psoriasis that is.
Constantly disgusted by myself and
no one will know because
I do not want them to know.
Young and active at the age of three,
Up until I had a swollen knee.
Doctors were stumped about a diagnosis,
Until blood tests proved it to be Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis.
Today was not a good day
Tomorrw may be the same way
But I must pray and pray
And hope for a better day
The pain I feel s rea without a doubt
It affects me inside and out
I did not ask for it
I know how a caged animal feels.
Confined to the point of insanity,
Humiliated and hurt beyond repair,
Always living with a false hope of freedom.
I know how a fish out of water feels.
“What’s wrong” everyone asks
“Nothing, I’m just tired.” I reply
Reapplying my smile like lipstick
Smack on false happiness like shining lip gloss
It’s easier when I say everything’s fine.
My grandmother showered her fingerprints in the blueprints of my 18-year old life.
On my first week of preschool,
My cries of hysteria were of no match for her loyal ears,
