When you see me...

When you see me on a "good day"

I may look as if nothing’s wrong,

But I, myself, am very aware

That the energy won’t last long.

You may think that I am lazy,

Or I just don’t like to try,

Or maybe I am just depressed,

When sometimes you see me cry.

You may not understand me,

It’s not easy to explain,

The struggles that I so often endure,

As I live each day in pain.

What for some may be so easy,

Is almost impossible to me,

But because I may look healthy,

Many around me fail to see.

You’d think that if one is weary,

Then why not just take a nap,

But the fatigue at times is so severe,

That nothing seems to help

Everyone responds so differently,

We all have our own ways to cope,

But the one thing that we must never do,

Is believe that there’s no hope.