Being young and chronically ill
Is kind of like being trapped in an old person's body
Except the good old days weren’t so good when you watched them happen
Instead I was having war with my body
I wish there was something that I could regret
That I could go back and fix, but…
There is nothing that I could change
I couldn’t change how I looked or how I felt even if dozens of surgeries were required
Or if multiple over the counter meds were needed
I couldn’t go back and change anything because I did what I could
The only thing I could do is be strong
And grateful that I wasn’t battling something worse