Illustrate my life?
That is not going to be hard.
But it will be sad,
At least in the beginning .
I grew up the weak one,
the one who didn’t do sports.
I now understand why
but back then I didn’t know.
Looking back I realize,
Just how much
my disease controlled me,
And my lifestyle.
Nobody knew the truth,
Not even me,
Until recently.
I lived my life
in the eye exam room,
thinking that was normal.
Constantly wearing an eye patch
Or new glasses.
I grew to love the hospital.
We would get ice cream afterwards.
And that was the best!
It wasn’t until later that I realized
That not being able to see depth
And being two to three shades lighter than everybody,
Having pale eyes
when I should have dark hair...
That wasn’t normal,
I was weird.
I started asking the doctors
And my parents
About what was wrong.
I learned mostly sad things;
I was a mutant,
I was abnormal,
and the doctors wanted to run tests on me
to see what would happen.
(I said no)
People say their childhood was a fun time,
But for me, it was the hospital
The check ups,
the questions,
But now I don’t care,
Though I still live very carefully
with my eyes and my skin,
And so many things that could go wrong,
That is why I hate summer.
But my disease doesn’t define me,
although I do have a weaker body,
so I have lots of other problems,
Problems that are all
side effects to being albino.