To be seen in public, I need to look all right
I want everyone to see, and it look good to their sight
Underneath, my hair is falling out
Even though my appearance, may leave you doubt

Under it all, I am so very weak
My days could be better, yet they're bleak
I can't do the “Everyday” things, that are normal to you
In fact, there are many things now, that I can't do

Some people won't believe, that I am this way
They aren't in my shoes, I live with it every day
Nurses come to check on me, to see if I am all right
Many times I find it hard to sleep at night

If you look at me, I may not look sick
Having a good Make-Up kit, does the trick
I'm sick underneath, but I'll never let it show
What you don't see, is what you don't know

When you are sick with a serious illness, you
still want to look your best. It's harder, because
we have hair falling out, and splotches on our skin,
or lumps, or various other things, that we wish to
be covered and not showing. We want to, and wish
very much to be as normal as possible. But under
it all, we are going through much more than you
will ever know. Because what you don't see, is
what you don't know about us.

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