Invisible Illness

There seems to be a little confusion

I’d call it a somewhat societal delusion

My illness is used for humorous media

Like an April fools article from Wikipedia

I see no laughter from pain and cries

I see no shining in our weary eyes

It’s not about laughing from letting our air

It’s trying to decide what’s best to wear

It seems to be strangely and greatly downplayed

That a bundle of symptoms can ruin our days

A condition that doctors won’t class as serious

So why do I feel I’m becoming delirious

When I can’t leave the house and can’t eat my food

And let’s not even talk about my mood

No matter where, there’s one thing on my mind

And I could direct you to bathrooms even if I were blind

I can’t eat that and I’ll never wear white

Sorry, not feeling well, I won’t be there tonight

Now I’m getting nervous, my stomach’s doing turns

I can feel the bloating starting and now it really burns

I think I’ll go home early, sorry to ruin the fun

I know you’re using the bathroom now but are you nearly done?

Another day of lying down, when will this cramping stop?

If my stomach gets any larger then it’s surely going to pop!

But despite all this it’s clearly just another laughing matter

A comment on a TV show, mockery on a silver platter

I suppose the depressive thoughts I have are comedy gold as well

Ever noticed it’s never portrayed as the truthful living hell?

So when you think of awful conditions that people may possess

Please don’t underestimate the pain of IBS

Reviews

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This makes me very sad. I suffer from a chronic illness (not IBS), and it always breaks my heart when I see another soul suffering. I wish that no one else had to feel so much pain. The poem is very good. I like how you don't reveal what you have until the end.