New Normal


It started with wetting the bed at the age of 6,
Not normal.
Constantly feeling like I was going to be sick,
Not enjoyable.
After a few weeks I ended up in the hospital,
Not knowing what is happening.
They told me what happened, my pancreas shut down,
Not working.
It is called diabetes, what is that?
Not understanding.
Nine years have passed, and it's still here,
Not going away.
When I tell people, they feel sorry,
Not wanted affection.
Some days are easy, some too hard,
Not a simple life.
The struggle has made me stronger,
Not bringing me down.
Not now.
Not ever.

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