But You Don’t Look Sick!?
I look normal to you, so you think I’m a fraud
Because I can’t work and just sit at home bored
I don’t have a limb missing, or use a wheelchair
So to you I’m a kidder, but that’s not being fair
You are nice to my face, but to others are spurious
Dare you find out the facts? After all, you are curious
Speaking in forked tongues, gossiping and surmising
Live a day in my body – you’ll find it surprising
The twists and turns your body makes, of which you're unaware
Are the ones that hurt my body so much I can’t bear
The steps you take freely or when you run for a bus
Is impossible for me, or for people like us
You mock the fact that I walk with a stick
“He doesn’t need it, he’s young. He must think we’re thick!”
To cope with the constant pain and fatigue I feel every day
Makes your ignorant views hurtful in so many ways
Living off the State because I am unable to work
He’s a sponger, a cheat, you say with a smirk
Searing cramps, depression and agonising pain wracks me
24/7
Are you sure you want life like mine? The one you refer to
as “heaven”?
Flare ups where I can’t move for whole days on end
When life seems so desperate, theres no one can help me – not my
family or friends
Just remember - when you are at work, or having fun doing
whatever you do
I’m in bed crying my heart out wishing I was you
Stuart MacAllister, fibromyalgia sufferer & “benefit
scrounger”