Bodies, faces, eyes all around me, surrounding.
voices whisper, scream, shout, laugh, cry.
my hands shake, twitch as I walk by.
I stare in the distance, my mind becoming numb, dimming society’s sting.
I snap to my body, flushing red.
Mortification fills my soul; I wish I could rush home and never leave the comfort of my bed.
no matter my diet, the pills i take,
fear coils in my stomach like a snake.
Apprehension choking me.
As I await the humiliation of another seizure.
For who truly understands an epileptic but another epileptic