I Am Me

My illnesses do not define me.

My illnesses are just a part.

Sweaty hands,

Overthinking.

Days of spontaneous adventures,

Days of absolute nothing.

The little things go unnoticed,

At least to me and most.

Sometimes I'm unsure

Whether my sweaty hands,

Racing heartbeat,

Or nausea is from

You, or from my illnesses.

You find some of these

Quirks "cute,"

Even if I never knew I did them.

It's hard to find someone who

Respects, cares, and is

Intrigued by my illnesses.

I don't mind the questions

You ask or the curious looks

You sometimes give.

It's soothing knowing

You're trying to help;

To figure me out

And to understand better.

You don't dismiss me,

Make fun of me,

Or even treat me differently.

I am me.

You except me for who I am.

You accept all that I am.

You are incredible in so many aspects.

But no matter what happens, 

I am me.