I never had a chance

Tired.

Tired of being tired

And sick.

Before even a senior in high school, I am a senior of body and soul.

Always old within, but now old without.

Fourteen and scared

Body aching

Hungover

Without ever being drunk.

Could it be cancer?

Vampires descend

Months of tests

Tracks up my arms

Yet no drugs

Finally answers

But only more questions

Moms should love and support.

Mine spits words.

Liar

Lazy

Why can't you be like your sister?

Of course you must go to school

It doesn't matter how much it hurts

No we won't go to the hospital for that

I don't care if the meds make you vomit

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

Stop crying

It's just lupus.

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