Being honest or just unkind.

There is a line, a very thin line,

Between being honest and just being unkind.

I know that I look tired, I know that I look beat,

I don’t need reminded, my face floods with heat.

Are you sick? What’s wrong?

Your words of conscious concern.

But as they’re repeated, they begin to burn.

Burn my eyes, my spirit spirals down,

I’m trying my hardest, trying not to drown,

I have a disease, no it’s not one contagious,

Autoimmune they call it

Insistent that I look bad

Damn right that I should KNOW it.

Because you care, you cannot lie

I understand but I just want to hide.

You are my friend

You want to help

But you’ve just made me sad

It’s hard to defend 

now I just feel bad.