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Dec 2019
How can I expect other people
to understand my illness
when I barely understand it myself.
It’s just letters
Three letters
that explain why I’m feeling like this.
Three simple letters claiming I’m not different
and that what I feel is acceptable.
But it doesn’t feel that way.
I get ridiculed when I don’t get out of bed
But it’s not my choice
I’m not controlling this
Do you think I’d have this sickness if it was a choice?
You think I choose to isolate myself just because it’s dark outside?
You seriously believe it’s normal that I sleep 20 hours of the day?
I’m sick.
I just want them to understand.
Written by
Rose  20/F
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