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This is one of the contributions to:DIABETES ESSAY AND POEM COMPETITION 2009
Don’t know much about life, is it sad is it funny?
But I know diabetes is really quite crumby.
I’ve got a great mum, and I’ve got a fun dad,
But whatever they do, my life’s doomed to be bad.
They tell me each meal to do my injection,
In life there just isn’t any perfection,
I’ll look at my bruise when I look in the mirror,
And I know that in life I am just not a winner.
I just don’t know what I can eat anymore,
And my finger pricked is still feeling sore,
When will the stains in my life disappear?
I wish I could check my blood with a tear.
I don’t know if I’m healthy, I don’t know if I’m dying,
But I know on the inside I am always crying
I want to be normal so I’ll carry on fighting,
This little hurt bruise bag still scratching and biting
And I’m not a druggy, I’ve got diabetes,
Oh, please stop staring it’s hard enough for me,
If there is a god then he’s left me behind,
Among the dead insects and old bits of rind,
I don’t know what I should think anymore,
The puncture marks go right down to the core,
And will normal life ever reappear?
I cannot help but feel a little fear.
I am just a pin cushion.