Fibromyalgia Poem Fibro-Awareness: The Disease Destroying Me

The Disease Destroying Me

Do I look sick and tired to you?
Do I look so worn?
Do I look miserable?
Beaten, broken, torn?

Or is my face still smiling?
Is my complexion clear?
Am I made up and dressed up?
Am I full of cheer?

Have I become so good at hiding
That you no longer see
The pain with which I’m living,
The disease destroying me?


This poem about fibromyalgia being an invisible disease called The Disease Destroying Me is used by permission by N.J. Gatehouse, the author of this poem.

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