In Your Pancreas.

I feel so lost, sometimes

Days pass, and this insulin fills my cart

When I want to exercise

I end up eating carbs

Every time I test, I go

"There must be a better way to know"

My low symptoms; will they return?

New devices I'll have to learn

They make a noise I try to hide

I struggle with how it feels on the inside

But I'm fine

Beta cells might 

Have all died

(But who's complete?)

I'll be fine

I see a closed loop, and a thousand researchers

(Cure in five?)

The resolution in these badass advocates

Okay, not fine

But I see the light and the heat

In these guys

No math, please, while we eat

We want to have the chance

To be complete in our eyes

I don't like to feel so much pain

Test strips, wasted - and this error 4 keeps beeping at me

I get so tired, working so hard for my survival

I wish for a time where I can just be alive

To my eyes

I can't believe

Over twenty five

Years with this... sheet

I see a better answer to Google searches

No disguise!

We share ourselves; all the low-carb lunches

(Or french fries)

We tweet it all, and we see

We're not alone; on the same team

It helps us feel more complete

The same team; the same team

The burden is no longer all mine

Not all mine, not all mine

Not all mine, not all mine