Gift

[just a little thought from a dream of mine]

Why is it that what you consider to be a curse is known as a gift to everyone else? What if the "gift" isn't as great as they think it is? Hardly anyone would know, only a few could know what it's really like. Maybe lots of people just don't stop to really think about what's being said...maybe they don't care enough to do it. Whatever the reason, I'm still stuck with it.

And no one can change it. Not me, not my friends, not even my family. It happens without warning, relentlessly. There's always a small hope, in the back of my mind, that maybe one day it'll take a rest. But that day hasn't happened yet, and every night that hope is followed by the same thought.

I'm stuck with this forever.