We look the same as you,
So how could it possibly be true.
We might walk with a cane,
And yes we are vain.
But ask us about it.
We have no shame.
We look the same as you,
So how could it possibly be true.
We might be in a chair,
But please don't stair.
We don't want to stumble,
It saves us from that fumble.
We look the same as you,
So how could it possibly be true.
When you talk to us,
And hear our slurring,
Know that our brains,
Are trying to keep up.
We look the same as you,
So how could it be true.
We plan for everything
We know the price we pay.
The day trip you want,
Takes us 3 days in every way.
We look the same as you,
So how could it be true.
You don't see the words scramble,
In our heads,
As we search for them to come out.
The tears and fustration when your fed up.
We look the same as you,
So how can it be true.
To be beyond tired,
Is something you never see.
You watch your world go by,
No matter how hard you try.
We look the same as you,
So how could it be true.
Yet, we still get up everyday,
We smile, and see what
Challenges bring.
Because yes.
We look the same as you,
Yes
It is true.
We have Multiple Sclerosis
But we don't let it stop us.
Even with all the fuss.
The Many Hidden Faces of MS.
