Diabetes they say is not a big deal,
Test your blood, take your shot, and then eat a meal.
My mom worries so, I don't really know why,
If she says I'm OK, then why does she cry?
It's hard not to hide from this thing they call 'D',
I feel so different, but I'm still the same me.
My friends say it's OK, we like you a lot,
But I feel so embarrassed when I stop for my shot.
I worry sometimes when I sit all alone,
Will I ever grow up and be on my own?
The schedules, the meds, the numbers and more,
It's hard to imagine I'll be 'normal' once more.
In the silence of the night as I lay in my bed,
I think of the questions and things I have read.
I try very hard to take care of my 'D',
Sometimes things don't work; it's not really me.
My mom works so hard to make everything right,
I wish I could give her sound sleep for the night.
Above all the frustration, the finger pokes and such,
I've met so many 'D' chat friends that I love very much.
If you wonder what it's like to walk in my shoes,
It makes a world of difference that I walk next to you.
My friends and my family are very special to me,
They're vital to my soul, and my fight against 'D'.
Gary
2000
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