No sight! No taste!

I’ve lost senses.

A cane? A limp?

Yet atitude still skimp 

Jump into my shoes and one would see

That limping through high school wouldn’t leave one with glee.

DX’d at 9^th grade while my senses fade!

With temporary symptoms, and a happy façade,

They know no MonSter that this MS has made.

Through shots to shots to powerful pills,

The end of MS won't be in my will.