Chronically Invisible

There are days
Where I wish my pain could be seen
So that people could understand
Why
Why I am so tired
Spent
Exhausted
Of this world

I wish I could make the invisible
True to your eyes
As it is to my bones
My muscles
My inner workings

The continual never ending
Exhaustion
The heaviness in my head
The prickling under my skin

The aches and pains

Everywhere

I want you to be aware

Of the memories that flood my senses

And trigger my nerves

Sharp shooting pain

Ricocheting in my flesh

Rattling my ribcage

I wish you could witness

The amount of energy it takes

For me to muster out an

"I'm fine"

On my worst days

Or how much it still pains me

On my best

Seeing is believing they say

And so I will continue to be disbelieved

For nobody will know

How much hides behind this smile of mine

-j.p.