My Illness

My illness is not an illness.
My illness is me.
My illness is a silly something
most people do not see.

It hides behind my eyes,
lingers in my head.
It likes to pester me all day long.
But I pester it instead.

I don't hide myself from people.
when it calls me to my room.
I always fill my life with love.
When it beckons me to doom.

I drown it out with water
and a pill or two.
I also occupy my life
With various things to do.

I release my emotion through art work.
Through a painting or through verse.
If I neglect to do these things
my illness will get worse.

But I don't call it an illness
I think it's something more
It is part of my personality
and it has lots of things in store.