Why Me?
I woke up this morning
and the fighting began.
I fight to sit up in bed.
I fight with my hands to pull p my pants.
I need help
with eating,
with dressing.
I am afraid that no one will understand me.
I'm afraid to ask a girl for a date
because of my speech.
Every time I say something,
I repeat myself two
or three times.
Why should I have to repeat myself?
When I walk,
I fall
It causes me pain
that never goes away.
That pain stays with me until I die.
Why me, O God?
When I am asleep,
dream I can talk.
I can run and jump,
I have a girl.
Then I woke up.
The war inside of me starts again.
It’s like I'm in jail, in my own body,
serving a lifetime.
Why?
But I'm still lucky.
A lot of people are worse off than me.
I thank God for who I am.
Charles J. Breunig