Can You Still See Me?

Don’t treat me like I’m not sick
And then maybe I won’t act like it.
This crap is getting deep
And I feel like I’m knee deep in it.
I’m sick and I refuse to deny that.
This illness is a part of who I am now,
And I can’t change that.
Denying my illness is denying me.
I’ll no longer try to explain
How sick I really am,
Because it’s like explaining
The clothes I wore today…POINTLESS!!!
I know now you’ll never understand
Because you’ll never try to.
I guess this is just how it must be,
But I’m still me deep down inside,
Can you still see me?