This poem is about how people tend to take pity on me because of my asthma. I just want people to treat me like anyone else because I'm a normal person who just has a breathing problem.
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 itís happened to you,
And you must work that much harder to make dreams come true.
But whatís happened has happened, and itís 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 doesnít kill you can only make you stronger,
Itís been here for awhile, itíll be here for a while longer.
So why canít people see past this technicality,
Having problems with my breathing is now my specialty.
I should have a masterís degree in what to do,
So please donít treat me any different, Iím 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 canít stand the fact that people look at me and stare,
What you donít think I can see you, oh I know youíre there.
I know what I can, and cannot do,
So why try to stop me, itís 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.
Iíd 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 donít care what you think is the best thing to do,
If you canít support me and my choices, then the heck with you.