There is so much that you do not see,
You don’t see and I do not tell,
Maybe it’s because you only see,
Me when I’m very unwell.
It’s never occurred to me before,
Why would I ever present,
You only see me walk through the door,
When my sanity came and went.
There are day I function better than most,
I’m stronger than you’ll ever know,
I would even say my moods are almost,
More extreme than I ever show.
You see my bad days, not the good,
You think that I always complain,
That’s why I made the decision I would,
Make you see I’m not always insane.
A visit here and a phonecall there,
I’m really just “checking in”
I felt your view was very unfair,
I wasn’t sure where to begin.
“Hello Angela, how are you?
How can I help you today?”
I felt ridiculous but I knew,
The words that I needed to say.
“Thank you Dr but I am fine,
I just came to tell you so….
There’s nothing wrong with this head of mine,
I just felt you needed to know”
A waiting room of people unwell,
I felt guilty but what could I do,
I need you to see me when I’m feeling “well”
Forgive me for jumping the queue.
My logic in this is so that you see,
Without me having to tell,
When I come will you be looking at me,
Or the illness if I am unwell.