I break, I fall
I should not have to answer
To her every beck and call
When I cannot even hear her
Is it really her?
Am I really plagued
or am I being driven to paranoia
A condition does not define you
So why does it seem as if
My whole life seems to revolve
around this vicious disease
A never ending cycle
I always battle
My body no longer,
something I can control,
always turning against,
its mind and soul
Wreaking havoc inside
A never ending rage
A never ending flame
I can no longer contain inside
As it begins to tear me apart
Limb by limb
Organ by organ
Piece by piece
Till I will remain
No more than a shell
Of the person I was before
The girl who lost her sparkle
To a chronic condition

For the brightest smiles
Hide the worst of lives
Because that is the definition
Of this oh so perfect world
We live in.
So tell me, why strive to perfect
The forever imperfect

 Fathima Ahmed