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
This poem is more for myself than anything, I guess. I doubt anyone would read the whole thing.. but I don't really care. It took a lot of courage to write this, believe it or not. Haha :) and for those who might wonder, I have an underdeveloped muscle, and my brain ignores anything that eye takes in. Because it knows which image is the right one... that's what I was told, at least...
