My disability mind

Living in a world where your present self define who you are. Can't I be the way I am? Why do people have to be normal to fit in .My disfigured mind was like an eight year old kid who was born in 1990.

Tick tock tick tock 1, 2 ,1, 2 voices started to mimic in my head. Questions were asked if I get them right then I live if wrong I die. Can death be the only word in people mouth?

In the year 1990 I got into a car accident I was ripped badly but I got saved by the mighty one known as Alpha and Omega . Dressed in a white gown . Spending 227 days in the system was a pain in the neck.
Being a survivor was not something I expected. Living a life with a disability mind which faced sorrow and depression for many years.



I survived the system! But my peers and family didn't. Life is for living and death for the dead . Let life be like music and death remain a note unspoken......shhhh...