poetry from Ciara 13

Paralyzed by fear,
don’t move, 
don’t speak
don’t scream.
Let them do what they must
can’t escape so i escape into my mind
and then,
split, someone else comes to take my place.
he breaks me and molds me to what he wants me to be
i’m just laying there, alone.
is that all I’m worth?
to be used and abused?
Am I unlovable?



Thanks for reading.
Ciara 13.

angry and frustrated

It’s Melissa. I am so angry and frustrated. We were talking to Greg yesterday, and he said what if it’s mind over matter about our medical conditions. It’s not mind over matter! We have legitimate medical conditions but the problem is they are invisible! When will people get it question we live with pain every damn day! No matter what we do, there is no cure for our conditions. No, they are not terminal, but they might as well be! No one can truly understand what we are going through physically unless they’ve been through it themselves, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t wish any of these conditions on anyone, not even my worst enemy! And that’s saying something. Why is life so unfair! And I was just thinking the other day, what are people that knew us from before going to say when we get our wheelchair? They already think we don’t need a personal assistant. We hate invisible illnesses? We hate having them and the judgment of others! Sometimes, I just want to break things! I’m just so angry!