Don’t Tell Me!
By Karla Nygren
I walk down the street slowly, Pausing to recognize my friends as I see them. We stop to talk And I see those most-hated words Forming in their mouths.
“You look good!” They are well-intentioned statements, But statements that I don’t want to hear. Just as when you ask me “How are you?” You really don’t want to hear how I am really feeling.
Did you know That when you made that statement I had just been released from the hospital, Or, that I was in unbearable pain?
Did you know That I am dying? No, I’m not losing my hair as with cancer, Nor am I extremely thin.
You see, I have an invisible disease, One that you only see by searching my soul. I hide my disease well.
But, please don’t tell me “You look good” When inside I waste away. Please just give me a hug Or wish me a good day, Because I don’t want to hear those words, It’s really easier that way!