By
Bud Lemire
Having a good Make-Up kit, does the trick
What you don't see, is what I don't show
There is so much more, that you don't know
To be seen in public, I need to look all right
I want everyone to see, and it look good to their sight
Underneath, my hair is falling out
Even though my appearance, may leave you doubt
Under it all, I am so very weak
My days could be better, yet they're bleak
I can't do the “Everyday” things, that are normal to you
In fact, there are many things now, that I can't do
Some people won't believe, that I am this way
They aren't in my shoes, I live with it every day
Nurses come to check on me, to see if I am all right
Many times I find it hard to sleep at night
If you look at me, I may not look sick
Having a good Make-Up kit, does the trick
I'm sick underneath, but I'll never let it show
What you don't see, is what you don't know
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