To those who do not know

I wrote this based on my migraines but this can really be related to all invisible illnesses. 

To those who do not know

What is there to say?

I'm living with a constant hell 

Dealing in my own way

Some days I must slow it down 

No matter how I try

I know that it isn't my fault

But it doesn't mean that I don't cry

This pain is never ending 

Although you think it ends

At least that means I've done my job 

By distracting you, my friends

Yes I'm a different person

I'm not funny or carefree

But I do care for many things

I have such sympathy
I know you don't know what's inside
You don't, please don't insist
This constant understanding
Isn't even just the gist
So to those who do not know
There's nothing left to say
Just know that through out it all
I'll manage to be okay