You'Re Saying I'M Sick

Saw a doctor once and he gave me distress Said there's no cure for it, I was more than depressed He gave it a title, a label, a name Said to take medicine, it could be tamed Doctor, be the one who can help me today All I know is misery and sadness, I say It is true that I puke, and I poke and I pick It was sad to hear him say I was sick So I did as he asked and I do feel great bliss You would think that I would be so grateful for this I am afraid of the stigma, the looks and the pity When people find out that there is one in their city What do I say if they ask if it's true? Do I lie, turn away or live somewhere new? I guess it takes time to manage my fate If only I didn't live in a world with such hate