West Point High School
Blind is Pain
If you’re alive, you know you have to see.
Everyone, though, is different from me.
I always hear how people talk about stuff and others.
I feel left out, because I can’t see color.
If just one day I could see like the rest
That one and only day, it would be the best.
When I was born, dark is all I saw
I was so sad, the tears began to fall.
I couldn’t see, I could only hear the noise
From a hurt little kid, I began to hear a voice.
Something kept telling me it would be alright
I cried out, NO! because even in the day it seems like night.
I want to be normal for once in my life
The sight of not seeing brings only pain and strife.
Every day I wake up and it’s dark
I hear children’s voices, and the dog bark.
My life is sad, it feels washed down the drain
That’s why every day I say being blind is pain.