Every thing completely smudged,
like a plastic bag folded in half three times.
But it doesn't bother me
seeing as
I've been like this my entire life.
I know some people
who
used to be normal,
but eventually became
like me.
(For one reason or another.)
Some of these people
can return back
to normal.
Unlike me.
Sometimes,
it is comforting
to know that
my friends
are partially like me.
But they
have
a simple solution.
I do not.
One of my friends
is fasinated
by all of the
technology they have
for people like me.
She is
learning
how it
works
and
is obsessed
with it.
My other friend
could care less.
She is always telling me
to,
"Quicken you pace!"
and,
"Eat faster!"
I bothers me,
yet
I know
she is impatient.
Sometimes
I envy those
who are
normal.
However,
othertimes
I know
I must be thankful
for what I have.
Oh, and did I forget
that
I am blind?
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A/N: Just want to clear things up, I am not blind, one of my friends is. I am just writing poems from their points of view. I have dedicated this poem to her.
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Poetry
ŞiirA bunch of poems that I have written. As you read more of the poems, the style changes as I change. This is a time capsule for my poetry.
