I wrote a poem: Lyme is

LYME is :

My hands shake while my legs quake; My nerves burn and my stomach churns. I don't know if I'm twitching or jerking, cause my brain is fried and is not working. I get so nauseous after I eat, especially things like sugar and wheat. My skin is itchy, my ears often ring; and I frequently get irritated from the littlest things. The little buggers make me mad; they're all inside me, their new pad. They're up all day, and all night too; I can't get rest, it's like a zoo. I look just fine, but inside I'm torn; the little buggers have me worn. It's hard to explain exactly how I feel, but believe when I say "Lyme is real."

I love it Beeperoni!

It is....it is. lol

Thanks so much for sharing!!

Oh this is a great poem and thank you.

Great job Beeperoni!