An Unknown Home
My home isn’t like most,
There are no mirrors or black
On my floors or walls,
I know that people look at me and judge
But sometimes I'm not sure what it is all about.
I see my family and friends upset,
Every day a piece of me slips away.
Some days I get mad and go off.
I started hitting and kicking the other day
the shakes have stared to settle in and I'm unsteady on my feet.
My memory isn’t what it use to be
The pictures that cover the walls help me.
Never thought it would ever come down to wearing one of these.
Or being fed in bed, could this really be the end?
At least my journey was with the ones I loved while this disease decided to take me.
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