It's Life, I've Dealt, You Should Too: A Poem about breathing

It's Life, I've Dealt, You Should Too

You work so hard to deal with this thing,
The fact that you have it and the problems it brings.

So when you finally get control of this flaw,
Everyone around you seems to watch you in awe.

You never learn why it's happened to you,
And you must work that much harder to make dreams come true.

But what's happened has happened, and it's now part of life. So why give up in yourself, why live with such strife.

The best you can do is fight back twice as hard,
Just be careful, make right choices and play the right cards.

As they say what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger,
It's been here for awhile, it'll be here for a while longer.

So why can't people see past this technicality,
Having problems with my breathing is now my specialty.

I should have a master's degree in what to do,
So please don't treat me any different, I'm just the same as you.

When people have pity it just makes me feel sad,
Do you think it makes me feel better, well it makes me so mad.

I can't stand the fact that people look at me and stare,
What you don't think I can see you, oh I know you're there.

I know what I can, and cannot do,
So why try to stop me, it's not up to you.

If I want to work my ass off until death,
Let it be that way, let me use my last breath.

I'd rather go through life living, even if it is in pain,
Rather then sitting all day, slowly going insane.

So now that you know just how it has to be,
Are you going to treat me right, or like a baby.

I don't care what you think is the best thing to do,
If you can't support me and my choices, then the heck with you.

by Starburst

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