I don't know
If I could ever
Make you understand
But I can paint a picture clearly

My parents
The doctors
All made a desperate attempt
To save my right eye

Only 6 years old
And I was already
Doomed to go blind

I was not dyslexic
But I wrote backwards
I could see
Out of my eye
But I had to accept at a young age
That I would never see
Perfectly

Later on
I realized
I will never accept
Going blind
In my right eye

My sight fades
As my vision deteriorates
With each passing day
Sometimes
I can't feel my eye

I have to hold out an arm
As to avoid running into things
It's so embarrassing

When I was Young
Kids made fun of me
Because I wore an eyepatch
It was like a bandaid
At night
My mom would tear it off
And I would cry myself to sleep
In pain
Because my skin came off with it
And my nerves were on fire

The doctors said
I'm too old now
I will never see out of that eye
Ever again
I couldn't help
But fight the tears
This diagnose felt terminal
After all the hard years

I still can not accept
That I will never see again
Going through life
With a blind side
I was never meant to fit in