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This is one of the contributions to:DIABETES ESSAY AND POEM COMPETITION 2009
I sit in the wardrobe,
for there is nothing else I can do.
My levels are too high,
my levels are too low.
That's all I hear,
but never from my lips.
I need to break out,
but I can only cage It back in.
I could sit back and pretend,
pretend I'm normal,
pretend I'm not alone,
pretend I'm the one in control.
I could "forget" to do blood tests,
and strop about injections,
I could try and forget,
forget everything that's been.
I've come and gone,
but It's still here.
When I pretend,
it's never enough,
just one day without It,
that's all I ask.
I can't keep pretending,
It's too much to bear.
I can't keep pretending,
that I can't hear It's call.
I sit in the wardrobe,
it's all I can do,
because when I'm in here,
It can't get me.