Ahh... to be normal again
Never to have been diagnosed
Never to have suffered.
The surgeries, the pills
the treatments, the pain
There are some days
when I forget
And everything is
as normal to me
as it is
to everyone else
When I through up
my facade
and only appear
to be normal
Most of the time
I live in a dream
I construct
to hide
my abnormality
And while
you might think
I'm intentionally
deceiving
my friends and family
It's because
that's the reality
they want to see
They want me
to be normal too
They don't want
to be reminded
of the burden
I carry
nor face
the limitations
I confront
So we're both
complicit
in the lie
that I'm normal
Most days
I'm successful
in keeping up
my part of
the deception
For if they
really knew
how much
I suffered
then the pity
and doubt
would appear
quietly replacing
their image
of who I am
No
then we'd both
have to face
the truth
That I'm not normal
No,
I'm not normal
I haven't been
since I nearly died
in the hospital
more than
twenty years ago
In the beginning
it was so much easier
to pretend
but, for what seems
like an eternity
my struggle to keep
up appearances
has grown
more difficult
Today I let
my real persona
pierce through
the curtain
of our
shared theater
For their was
no denying
by ether of us
that I'm disabled
handicapped
But tomorrow
who knows
For both
of our sakes
my symptoms
will diminish
and we'll
both back
to believing
that I am whole
At least until
I break
character again.
What else is unconstitional?
13 years ago