CANT
Today I found out Im gettin worse
just when I thought it would get better
feels like a curse
More drugs equal less pain they say
instead of getting better
I remain the same day after day
Hope is lost
I can't find it anymore
Its useless
what do I need it for?
they say I still can't drive among other things I CAN'T do
just found out I have arthritis
I don't feel 18
more like 82
Im losing my memory
I guess gettin 1/4 of my brain removed wasen't enough
oh I got part of my skull removed too
and you thought your life was rough..
Well Im done venting now
thanks for reading
I appreciate inspiration
However, pity isn't needed!
This is a poem I wrote Thursday in the doctor's office. I don't get botox anymore because its not helping, I am being discharged from OT because its not helping neither,I still havent got a response from the Medical Revoew Board at the DMV, my knee had been hurting a lot lately and the doctor says its because I have arthritis, my theory for my memory loss is the baclofen, and sorry I havent been active on the boards, I get an average of 4 hours of sleep a night. I have been working on a major speech, an 8 page research paper, psychology critiques, and after Im done with classes everyday I have to help make a set for a play in my theatre class. Right now I am just stressed with school! I need a break. Im tired of being told what I cant do! Me, my boyfrend, and a group of friends had planned a trip to the amusement park next weekend but my dad is forbidding me from goin because he says i CANT ride the rides. He is the only person I know who always tells me what I cant do. My mom invited me to the same amusemnt park 2 years ago and rode rides with me because she believes in me and she knows how much it hurts me and frustrates me when people tell me what I cant do and we know what I can. I really want to go on this trip to get a break rom school and my negative dad. Its only a couple hours away, Ive been there before, and I know my boyfriend and his friends very well. Im old enough to make my own decisions. I know what I CAN do! You can take away my hand, my foot, my vision, but you cant take away my freedom! I wish I could tell that to my dad.
Also, I named my poem reality vs. hope because when do you draw the line between hope and acceptance?
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