It dawns on me every day,
what if I was different...?
What if I never had dyslexia.
Would my life been better?
It has put so much pain in my life.
It's like a never ending war,
bombs dropping every time I miss spell a word.
I see myself not being bullied if I never had dyslexia.
I struggle like a fish out of water.
I'm afraid of my future.
I get labeled when I read in front of the class.
I'm like a little sailboat in the middle of a storm.
I believe that I would be happier with out it.
But it makes me me and that's what I need to learn.
What dawns on me.