Everything is wrong.
I am gone.
The tingle in the fingers
The short-term memory loss
Lots of problems remembering if I don’t write everything down
Something is not right
Fatigue that lasts beyond the night
The tingling again
Spacial recognition is not my friend
The scales on my eyes that force me to not wear makeup and destroy my confidence, as if having poor circulation wasn’t embarassing enough.
It hasn’t been easy, though I try to make it look that way
The best of you see right through me
I just want answers