At times we, fibromyalgics, feels as we are left alone, that nobody really cares, or listens, or understands.
Maybe it is peculiar to all those who suffer from any chronic disease, but maybe we feel it more intensely, for the simple reason that we do not have a blood test result, or a bandaged arm, or a shadow on an X-ray to show how bad we really are.
So I wrote this little poem to express how I feel about it.
What about us?What about us?
who have no more names
for our pains
'stinging ne
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