I Hate EDS

I hate that I can't concentrate,
And there are things I can't recall.
I hate the fact I can't walk straight,
- End up walking into walls.
I hate that my slow shambling gait
Makes me invariably fall.
I hate that when I medicate
It does completely bugger all.

I hate the fact I've put on weight
Despite watching what I eat.
I hate the fact my joints inflate
In this dreadful humid heat.
I hate the fact I fascinate
Every person on the street.
I hate having to educate
Every doctor that I meet.

I hate when ignorant people state
My only problem is being unfit.
I hate that I can't communicate
The problems I refuse to admit.
I hate the people who berate
And tell me not to quit.
I hate people saying I look great
When I feel like utter shit.

I hate when people discriminate
Because of things that I can't do.
I hate people who try to commiserate
- Say they know what I'm going through.
I hate religious types who speculate
That I'm only getting what I'm due.
I hate that I now alienate
The 'friends' that I once knew.

I hate that I infuriate
When the pain makes me rather terse.
I hate having to moderate
When all I want to do is curse.
I hate people thinking I exaggerate
When it's usually the reverse.
I hate knowing I'll deteriorate,
That this will get much worse.

I hate people who insinuate
That I am nothing but a fraud.
I hate people who implicate
That it's my will-power that's flawed.
I hate that I can't recreate
And am often extremely bored.
I hate that I could make the pain abate
But the things I need I can't afford.

I hate that I can't elaborate
When the fog descends on my brain.
I hate attempting to translate
But not being able to explain.
I hate having to estimate
What will cause too much strain.
I hate having to tolerate
This excruciating pain.