If you could live in my body,
just for a day,
maybe you wouldn't think
that I feel okay.
You might understand
what it's like to be tired
by just trying to live,
just doing what's required.
If you could live in my body
you might begin to see,
that a simple drug
won't set me free.
If you could live in my skin
you'd learn to understand
that it's not in my head,
nor was it planned.
I don't want your pity
or to make you resent.
But I don't need to apologize,
or have your consent.
I am sick and I'm tired
every single day,
and it won't help to ignore it.
So listen when I say:
it helps when I relax
with a friend and some tea.
You can't understand
but please, believe me.

Submitted by Beth Turner, © butyoudontlooksick.com