Invisible illness is how it should be known
nothing to see here, no marks to be shown
these holes act like phantoms, they strike at the nerves
and nobody notices my third degree burns
"It's all in your head" is what I was told
When bloods were examined by those in the know
So off I was sent with doubts of my sanity
While my arms and my legs wouldn't listen to me.
Taking eighteen long years for just one diagnosis
For a name that is known by only a few
I jumped up in joy ('though my legs wouldn't hold me)
until the doctors added "there's nothing that we can do"
So I sit here today all safe in the knowledge
This illness won't kill me nor am I insane
But next, when you see me and can't see the symptoms
Remember it's real, you just don't know its name.