A disease that no doctor can diagnose.
Bumps appearing and disappearing,
in different spots and different sizes.
Something wanting to come out,
but trapped within the tight,
pale skin.
Going from office to office,
discovery never found.
A small itch here,
a large bump there.
Medicated for an unknown factor.
Living with it for years,
you eventually get used to them.
An oddity others would shriek at,
you continue to just live life.
One day everything will be fine,
and on other days the disease will resurface.
No explanation,
and no care to find out.
I would not call it giving up,
but rather accepting your own flaws.
Learning to live with this hidden beauty,
and ignoring the bypassing whispers.