What do you see?
Do you see the struggles,
The jealousy?
Do you see the darkness,
That engulfs my soul?
The joy and the freedom
That illness has stole?
Do you see the pain, and
Decaying life?
The murderous cells,
Multiplying and rife?
Or do you see,
The skin and hair,
The fake smiles,
Without a care?
The tinny laugh, and
Tired eyes,
Excused by work
And other lies?
The walking legs
And typing hands,
That make you believe
That my life is grand?
Well let me tell you,
Whatever you see,
Is more about you
And less about me.
I'll tell you a secret,
You would never guess...
I may look normal,
But inside I'm a mess!
My body is rebelling,
Fighting an constant internal war,
And there's nothing I can do,
‘cept beg and pray and implore.
See, when you see me,
You'd never know,
That underneath my clothes,
I'm purely a shadow.
