I am...

I am young.

I speak with actions while they speak with their tongue.

I am powerful.

At my greatest they make me feel doubtful.

I am a victim.

At my lowest they call it disabled symptoms.

I am my past.

Through the days they want me to live like its my last.

I am different.

I thought it was ok until they destroyed my spirit.

I Am Me

Even if they can not see.

But being me is all i can be.