Bitch Named Lupus

As the saying goes I don’t look how I feel
On the outside, you see a woman that walks around with her head held high
Smiling and speaking to others as she passes by
Her daughter tends to say that She hardly ever meets a stranger
She always holds a friendly disposition unless she senses danger
She’s a mean cook, has quite a good look
and in the midst of writing a book
All the while she’s wondering how
Because you see she has a bitch on her back
and she’s always under attack
Some days are better than others
Other times she doesn’t know if she’s coming or going
Because it feels like a ton of bricks she’s carrying around
But she’ll be damn if she lets that bitch see her down
Many restless nights because that bitch won’t let her sleep
Just as sleep settles in here she comes with her sheep
Pouncing in her stomach like it’s a garbage heap
Her body is no longer her own
Loss of appetite
Food looks good but she can’t even fix her mouth to eat
She can’t dare let it turn into stress
because you see that bitch thrives off that mess
Life has painfully resorted to enjoying things a lot less