They know nothing

Days turn into blurrs as I sit here alone,
Staring at the clock ticking by slow.

This pain is invisible to the eye,
It only appears on the outside when I cry.

I can feel it slowly breaking my sanity.
I’m young I should be healthy.

This is real almost too much to bare,
But if I use a crutch everyone will stare.

A young women that looks healthy,
She’s not crippled she’s just lazy.

Of course it’s something they would assume,
But they know nothing of the hurt that I consume.