I Look Great, But How Do I Feel?

When I woke up this morning
Just like I always do,
I found that this was different
I was really feeling blue.

I know there's nothing I can do
To make myself feel fine
I' ll simply try the best I can
To work and not to whine.

My torment is my body
No one can understand
They look at me, I'm looking good
I must be feeling grand.

To look so hale and hearty
with good colour and a smile
They think I'd like to have some fun
And maybe walk a mile.

They cannot know what's going on
Inside my body now
I may look strong and healthy
And could even lift a cow.

Frustration is my daily pal,
Stays with me all my life,
Especially when I try to keep up
To Friends and family life.

Sometimes this makes me cranky
And 'bout you I don't care;
Cause all of this frustration
Is more than I can bear.

I do not want to be a crank
Or even a complainer,
What's going on, you cannot know
Even if you were a mind reader.

You know the things you want to say
They just don't seem to come.
Good thing it's only now and then
Or they'd all think I'm dumb.

But that's not hard to live with,
As friends, they all know me.
And when the times really get tough
They're there to see you through.

It's really not demeaning
On someone to depend
For most of us can find someone
Who'll help us as a friend.

Some understand our turmoil
We go through day by day;
They help us when we need it
And get us on our way.

Those friends who do understand Fibromyalgia
And what it does to us.
But some cannot understand
Why so often we do fuss.

About the feeling we'll explode
Or half your body's numb.
Or that you brain's not up to par
And you really feel dumb.

(Unknown Author)