I know that I am different,
that has left me feeling alone.
The cure for my ailment,
is still somewhat . . . unknown.
I hate when I have to take my nose spray.
It definitely ruins my day.
The side effects are horrible,
I don't care what anyone may say.
They say that it's supposed to help me, but it make me feel dizzy and weak.
that has left me feeling alone.
The cure for my ailment,
is still somewhat . . . unknown.
I hate when I have to take my nose spray.
It definitely ruins my day.
The side effects are horrible,
I don't care what anyone may say.
They say that it's supposed to help me, but it make me feel dizzy and weak.
And then I still have to walk around
with a bruise on the side of my cheek.
I have nightmares still of the needle, I can still feel the prick in my arm.
I have nightmares still of the needle, I can still feel the prick in my arm.
And my Momma whispering to me gently, "they don't mean to cause you harm."
I see sometimes that it upsets her,
I see sometimes that it upsets her,
she cries and I think I know why.
Momma's afraid I'll get hurt
Momma's afraid I'll get hurt
and maybe even die.
But I will not let this defeat me,
I get braver every day!
And pray that cures and answers
will soon come our way!
Written by,
Kari Peepe
pspdaware@gmail.com
Written by,
Kari Peepe
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