I never thought that my enemy would be words

Closing doors that would have only moved me onwards.

A silent disease that no one sees

That only my brain cries out its pleas

A book that frightens this lowly child

One that never brings about a smile

Its pages so simple, but yet so daunting

No romance, no fairy tales to aid my suffering

Others only see me as dumb

Do they know their own words only make me numb?

I wish that more people would understand

How hard it makes my life to go unplanned.

I just want a chance to read some words

Without always stumbling through the dark, downwards.

I know I will change this, they will see

That Dyslexia will NEVER change me.