What gets me is people
Who have no idea
What my everyday
Life is like
Yet they judge
They support
To a degree
Unless things aren't
How they would do them
How do you know
What's going on with me
Have you walked
In my shoes
Her parents set up a fund
Yet she goes out
Why is she asking for
Money
Yet she goes and spends
I have all these bills
A family
I work
She doesn't
I'm saving each cent
But she has the audacity
To go out
Shameful!
She must be greedy
Except
My parents pay
For everything
I don't have a penny
To my name
And they push me
Out of the house
Why?
You wouldn't have a clue
Because you haven't walked
In my shoes
May have something to do
With the fact that I was
Bedridden for 2 years
And continue to fight
Every day
I'm catching up
With life
Something
YOU
Take for granted
I thank G-d for
Every breath
Every step
Every new victory
Every single day
More then once
Do you?
So don't sit
There and think
You understand
You haven't a clue
Either be a friend
Or don't be
But don't judge me
Until and only until
You walk a mile
In my shoes
Peace!
YOU ARE READING
Rebirth (Book 4)
PoetryThis book starts where Survivor left off only from a much more changed stand point and learning and living one day at a time. That doesn't, however, mean that I am cured of ME or Myalgic Encephalomyelitis; which I was diagnosed with in September of...
