Locked in a hospital
Wires all over my head
Having only a small tv
Them never letting me get out of bed
Wide awake at night
Sleeping through the day
Stuck watching the entire election
Even though I was only in third grade
They never let me move around
Saying it would mess with my brain
Cause another on of them
Those things I hate to name
They’d make me pee myself on accident
Mumble gibberish things
I didn’t know what was happening
And the feeling after would make my eyes sting
But they said they were taking it away
That they were cutting open my brain
That it’d take away all those moments
The moments I hate to name
Though you may think I’m being dramatic
For hating talking about them
But if you heard the peoples reactions
You’d understand what I meant
Because these things are called seizures
Truly my worst enemy
Believe me, once you have one of them
You wouldn’t even imagine what it was like to have many daily
Thankfully they’re gone
Hopefully now and forever
But if they ever came back
I promise you I have a mature way to recover
About the Creator
My Trophy, Your Trophy
I'm sure that you're familiar with the way airline stewards and stewardesses teach us to always wear life-saving jackets for ourselves, before helping our family members to do so, in the event of an emergency. It's a sensible notion, considering that our family members have a better chance of survival if we're there to help them.
By Michelle Liew6 days ago in Poets
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