Class to teach, bills to pay, Groceries to buy. Aura of floaters and stripes Dancing in the periphery of my vision Colors too, all the rainbow, My own private show. I'm griping at everyone. But it's hard when you're an 8th grader. But I can't get the key in the ignition.
Spots are bigger, And the stripes are multicolored.
I have a million things to do. Always left wondering if I'll ever be the same. The pain that made me unable to play, has consumed my life to this very day. To make me feel better and find some relief, from this unwanted culprit,this unwanted thief. Quickly I panic as I try to reach a safe place for I will be useless in no time.