I awoke one morning, sunny and bright,
til I got out of bed and oh what a fright;
My head was spinning, my senses were numb,
this isn't happening. This is just dumb!

I'm okay, there's nothing wrong I can see-
ask anyone, "She looks fine to me."
The package is pretty, all tied in a bow.
what more could you ask?
what more could you know?

Let me tell you my friend, a word of advise,
never assume so much, without thinking twice.
The package may be pretty, the bow just right,
but the workings inside are dark without light.

You can look but don't touch,
for I'm afraid you will see;
I thought I was whole, but now I'm disease.
Don't give me credit and don't give me praise,
Please give me my freedom one of these days.

Author's note: This is a poem that I wrote. I was upset because people see me, look at me, and think..."gee, she looks fine" and judge me. I may "look" fine - but that doesn't mean I am.