POETRY

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Poetry, bound to the wings Zachary Phillips Poetry, bound to the wings Zachary Phillips

I'm 'Fine'

I’m fine …
Actually, I'm really struggling.
I feel anxious and depressed.
My head hurts.
I'm so tired.
I can't hold down a job.
It feels like my life is slowly falling apart.
I'm not lazy, I am sick.
I know I look normal.
No, I can't prove this to you.
My illness is invisible.
Yes, I have good days,
No that does not mean that I'm faking the bad ones.
I'm not looking for attention.
I'm still learning my limitations.
I see the glances, hear the comments and feel shamed.
I didn’t ask for this and I don’t deserve this.
Yet here I am, and I am certainly not
‘Fine’.

 

I’m fine …
Actually, I'm really struggling.
I feel anxious and depressed.
My head hurts.
I'm so tired.
I can't hold down a job.
It feels like my life is slowly falling apart.
I'm not lazy, I am sick.
I know I look normal.
No, I can't prove this to you.
My illness is invisible.
Yes, I have good days,
No that does not mean that I'm faking the bad ones.
I'm not looking for attention.
I'm still learning my limitations.
I see the glances, hear the comments and feel shamed.
I didn’t ask for this and I don’t deserve this.
Yet here I am, and I am certainly not
‘Fine’.

This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

 
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