I Wish Never To Fall Ill. Poem by Arfa Iris

i wish never to fall ill,
sympathy weakens my will.
kindness hurts more than pain,
like a knife it stabs again & again.
it hurts to see the eyes of kindness,
not for my talent or goodness,
its only coz of my illness.
it hurts to be praised in bounty,
not coz i am worthy,
its only coz i am unhealthy.
i hate to get un-needed favors,
not coz i am cut above others,
its all coz i am not well.
thats the reason, why i get care special.