Things I Learned From Her

My sickness

It's not always evident that I'm sick,

But that doesn't make me any less sick,

It's draining the life from my body.

I become limp on the bad days,

And motionless on the worst.

I'm just waiting to wilt away.

It's not always evident that a weed is a weed,

But that doesn't make it any less a weed,

It drains the life from those around it.

The grasses and flowers become weak- easily breakable-

Until they cease to exist.

-To those around me who say I'm faking it