Diseased
I am me
And no one else
Better to be
Than anyone else
But that is not what they see
Because all I am now is my disease
They look my way
And see nothing but whats wrong
They stare at me closely
Wondering if I have long
But I am not this sickness
I am someone of interest
Still, that is not what they see
They can only think of my disease
They look at me sadly
Eyes filling with tears
They want to hug me so badly
And tell me I have years
But I want to talk about the moon
About my dog's latest trick
Or how I played on the sand dunes
I am not this sickness
But someone of interest
Yet, they don't want to see
They only want to think of my disease.
I fill up my days
So I sing and dance
always running and playing
And planning to visit France
Yet they say to be careful
They wouldn't want me to tire
Or do anything hurtful
They must think I'm a crier
Because to them I am this sickness
Not at all a person of interest
And they don't want to see
Anything but my disease.
I am me
And no one else
Better to be
Than anyone else
I am determined to be just myself
No matter what others may think
I will not sit safely up on the shelf
Dreading every day if I'm on the brink
So don't look at my sickness
But see a person of interest
And don't say, “There's the poor girl with cancer...”
But instead, “There's the girl who's a fearless dancer...”
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2010
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