You don’t look sick!

When you look at me

What do you see?

The face that is round

Puffy and not fatty pound

The cheeks are very rosy

But from malar rash you nosy

You see the shiny face, sunglasses and hat

And think how fashionable is that

Fashion is only serving to protect my skin

For who wants rashy itchy blotchy skin

The smile pasted on face

Does not really have a base

You really need to look at my eyes

The dullness of pain and fatigue can be seen in my eyes

Hair grows grey faster now

Often falling faster now

My hands cannot form a fist

It is hard even to move the wrist

You should see when I try to get up

All the joints crack up

I hobble about the house

Very much slower than a mouse

See me as I am, chronically sick

And refrain from saying, ‘You don’t look sick’