I hate that I can’t see what people are seeing

I thought it was over no friends for me

I hate that I can’t see normal things

I miss the life I use to have

When I would smile and I could see people smile back

Until one day I walked out my door

Feet shuffled against the concrete floor

Ready for another day of “do you need a hand?” “What can you see?”

I hear someone crying around the Corner

No happ...