Elizebeth Turnquist

Let me be clear

I’m not making anything up

I spend my time isolating

And lying about what I feel

And avoiding the topic of health

Smiling through my discomfort

Actively minimizing my needs

So you won’t ever know

What’s going on with me

Because when I open up

I get shamed by doctors

Teated poorly by bosses

Doubted by my friends

The world isn’t welcoming

People treat me differently

There isn’t a reward for honesty

When it comes to disability.