Discouragement, hopelessness, low sprits,

Confidence to me is raw flesh that has been left out in to hot sun.

They say I’m no different to others. But, why doesn’t feel like it?

Crying is the only option. I blamed it on the man that everybody says their sins to.

Is he even real? Why out of all people me?

This changed the way I look at the world. All this, just because of a cell that multiplied in growth behind my eye.

Cancer, that word to my mother seemed distasteful.

It reminded her of a boy that’s laying in a hospital bed with no hair.

Why must my mother go through that? Why of all mothers?

Chemotherapy and radiation were the only options. But, with this comes with a chance at death.

The tears came down daily. Nothing she can do but just wait.

A mother of two kids. One at home sleeping in a pink bed.

 The other sleeping in the hospital bed with medicine being injected in his veins to ease the pain.

Even after surviving it left me with a thing to remember about the past

 I see it in the mirror every day. this left eye has stories to tell but those stories don’t want to be told.

 But curious people want to know, and it becomes a daily question every day.

 What happened? It seems as if my life is in repeat.

A young kid with a mindset of a man is what this cancer created.

This was for the best as now I am a man that doesn’t rely on others.

I know life isn’t always going to treat me the way people make it seem.

I know how to do things myself and don’t let others tell me other wise; nothing could bring me down now.