Yes, I have seizures but don't look at me that way, <br />don't feel sorry for me I'm Not going away. <br />I have so much living to do and it's not goodbye... <br />I run, I play, I laugh, I cry til I sigh. <br /> <br />The sympathy you show does not help me at all, <br />that sad look in your eyes makes me feel small. <br />I know that you Love me and that you care, <br />that when you stroke my head it's my pain you wish to share. <br /> <br />My torture can not be shared Mom and Dad don't you see? <br />Though you are caring and watching over me, <br />still my brain stutters, stalls and sometimes I fall... <br />as a young teen, all I ask of God is for more Life, thats all. <br /> <br />Everyday as I play or I'm riding the bus to school, <br />my mind gets flooded with thoughts that arent cool, <br />visions of me slipping away again-now I'm crying.... <br />though my Smile and words are mostly cheerful...I fear I'm dieing. <br /> <br /> <br />(Written September 8th 2007 for a very sweet young man named Arshdeep...)<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-goodbye-2/
