I sit in bed
pondering what life could have been
if I wasn't forced into countless doctor's offices
89 million minutes
204 months
17 years
sitting, wishing I was normal
maybe this is normal
My normal?
As I sit I yearn for the freedom my peers have
I ask to party
but my body shuns me away,
people have bad days
But what if every day was bad?
For me, it's all I know.
I ruminate about what my life would look like
if I were like people my age
Would I be popular?
Would I have friends?
Even get invited to parties?
I can keep asking why
but I'll never know the answers,
and I'll never know what it's like to be normal
this is my normal.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
