Wishing They Were You

I felt like I was scarred. Something that could not be removed. This disability that I would have forever, just might ruin my teeneage years. A thick piece of plastic around me, all to straighten my back; new clothes, weird looks, it seemed like I would never get those years back. I just wanted it to be over and get out of that thing. It seemed like everyone was trying to ruin me, even though it was for the good of me. Now that I am out of it, I have learned a great deal; when you think you have it bad, there is someone wishing they were you.