Disabilities.
They come in many a form,
ranging from wheelchairs
hospital beds,
to comprehension
mind damaged more than the body.
In both these categories I lay.
I am heard
but not listened to.
Will you truly understand
the struggles I bear?
from the ripe age of eight
perhaps younger
my empties left scrambled
surgery after surgery
medication packets, scattered
another failed treatment.
From the ripe age of eight,
wishing I was normal.
Another day off school
Another needle
Another seizure
Another broken promise.
At the drained age of fourteen,
rotting in a bedroom
laced with monitors
wishing to be normal.
Wishing I didn't have seizures
wishing I wasn't underweight
wishing this stoma never existed
Wishing I could enjoy life
like my peers
and be normal.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
Disabilities.
They come in many a form,
ranging from wheelchairs
hospital beds,
to comprehension
mind damaged more than the body.
In both these categories I lay.
I am heard
but not listened to.
Will you truly understand
the struggles I bear?
from the ripe age of eight
perhaps younger
my empties left scrambled
surgery after surgery
medication packets, scattered
another failed treatment.
From the ripe age of eight,
wishing I was normal.
Another day off school
Another needle
Another seizure
Another broken promise.
At the drained age of fourteen,
rotting in a bedroom
laced with monitors
wishing to be normal.
Wishing I didn't have seizures
wishing I wasn't underweight
wishing this stoma never existed
Wishing I could enjoy life
like my peers
and be normal.
wrote this about my frustration with my disabilities, both mental and physical, because I am tired of people telling me to "just deal with it". I hope this can put a different view of the struggles some disabled people face.
— Octavia
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