Life has been a fight to see.
It hurts not knowing who I want to be.
I still don't know so maybe it's my destiny, prewritten.
I have all I need and I'm thankful to God for my humble disposition
To be in this position
I've seen worse, people like me, struggling.
Trying to make a living dealing with disability.
Like a Little old lady helplessly deaf.
Can't get a job, beggings all she has left.
Makes me think of the time I'll be blind.
Can't wrap my head around it and it blows my mind.
Cruel ways we endure things messing with our mentality.
Evil and harsh, manipulating individuality, distorting personality.
To ourselves, to each other.
In a fast pace world, we ignore one another
Just a "blind" girl being driven to insanity.
Say I lack vision and it's funny that I cannot see
No matter what I do, fighting to be taken seriously
Out here forced to play it tough
To all of the people who don't care
Can't give in since life is rough
It's not just me, it's all of us.
We all are blind
And the struggle to see,
To make sense of what's around
But harder still for those who can't feel astound
They never understand others pain, in their own minds they're bound
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PuisiRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
