Follower’s Dilemma

My nerves fight against me

Every step

Every day

Every moment.

Follower’s Dilemma

The sinews tangle, tripping me from life

My muscles react suddenly

Making me fall

I and the glass in hand crack

Balance was always bad

“Clumsy,” they said

Not anymore

I’m dehydrated and exhausted

Who cares enough to fix it

I barely eat or sleep anymore

I couldn’t ever explain the lethargy

Now I can

But there’s nothing to fix it

The bruises develop

I see the glances

They think someone’s beating me up

Just me and my constricting blood vessels

The shaking is frustrating

My hands are always uncertain

The nerves are slow now too

I can touch a burning surface without realizing it for a few seconds

Seems it shouldn’t be that bad

But the countless burns that speckle my hands

Would beg to differ

Physicians and pharmacists look at me skeptically

Guessing I’m faking for attention

It’s even worse when it’s basic adults in my life

Teachers, nurses, cashiers,

I hate explaining it over and over again

But it’s my life and I have to continue it