Let Me Be


Let Me Be
Let me be angry that I’m chronically ill
I was
Cheated
Hurt
Taken for granted
I cannot yet accept
That my life will be filled with needles
And doctors
And insulin
And juice boxes
My bedroom is no longer a happy and joyful place
It is a place where
My mom wakes me up to give me a juice box
And put a needle in my arm
I became a piece of paper with tacks all around me
So let me be upset I am not normal
Let me feel like I picked the shortest straw
Let me be

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