(A poem without erasing.)
Idiaopathin c epilepsey
They say theey dont know
Basicqlly asuying im mental
But they have no way to show
Maybr the t sdont care
Batbe yhey are wront
I yhing they are trstig
Sometplace far from home
Ice notsiced ander and frustratidon
I have to have toings right
My mask dlowly sdecemegratih
No longer wantig to fight
Weakeness no
Pain i think
But i know one thing
Dont say you sony knoe
And call it epilepsey
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
