“Invisible illness”

A poem I wrote…

“Invisible Illness”

Why is it so hard for one to believe

the pain I carry and feel?

Just because it’s hidden from the eye

doesn’t mean it’s less real.

We keep getting caught in the same cruel game—fighting to be understood.

But we end up losing, even more defeated;

it’s not fair that we’re differently treated

If it’s not seen, then it’s not real—right?

The world has drawn a picture

of what struggle should look like,

yet it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Stigma stands tall, even romanticized,

and it hurts us who fight that hell—

because our battles live inside,

where no one dares to dwell.

We’re called fakers, liars,

with words that break us in every way.

But the moment there’s visible proof,

they’re suddenly rushing to save the day.

Yet the ones most needing saving

are the ones who “look okay.”

On the surface they seem normal,

but inside they’re breaking each day.

I dream of a world that sees disability the same—no matter the form, the mask, the invisibility.

Every pain is valid, every voice deserves belief.

So please—don’t judge a book

by what only your eyes can see.

💗