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?

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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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