It Isn't Me

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(a poem for diabetes)

Trying to find my peace of mind,

Can't get all these numbers out of my head,

Nothing will stay right,

Sick of all these meds,

It's scary how easy it is to slip away,

Into the world of trying to fit in,

Not taking care of myself the proper way,

Just trying to be normal like my friends,

Even how hard I want to give up,

I won't become fool,

And as the blood rolls off my finger like the tears streaming down my face,

I'm just trying to keep my cool,

Waiting for the end,

Not of me, but this disease,

Just trying to defend my character,

Cause I'm not diabetes and it isn't me.

~Gillian

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