Sara Hodge
Mar 6, 2013

It's been a month and I'm already sick of this
The twitching when I write
When I roll my eyes back
People looking at me funny

All I ever hear about from the stupid kids is,
"Seizure Sara!"
"Seizure Sara!"
Sometime I even get a dirty look from someone
Like I can help it

My good friends are now afraid of me
They treat me like a helpless animal
Every time someone ask
I have to explain the whole damn thing to them

Help me
Help my seizures
Help my fear

 
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