28 July 2014

The porch swing blows with the wind,
Much like my moods now and then.
I’m often tired or in pain
I’m jumpy, I’m crabby, and not always sane.
I can’t be touched – but I need a hug.
I run mysterious fevers like I have some bug.
This disease is not just hard for me,
Others really suffer from my mood swings.
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