to be an epileptic

To be an Epileptic, your world is filled with wraughtPublics view on epilepsy was never really taught.They feel we are mental, emotionally disturbed Their thoughts are so annoying, frustrating so obscured.
To be an Epileptic is criticism in the work forceDoctors always question to diagnose it's very sourceOne never knows the feelings of degradation felt insideAs my life is stripped of driving, careers & my pride
To be amongst my friends enjoying so much pleasureTo only have it ruined by an epileptic seizureMy self-esteem is devastated , I scowl at myselfTry to cope I search thru all health books on the shelf.
From stomach problems, bowels, eyes, gums start recedingThe side affects must be paid, the pills I am needing.E.E.G.'s, M.R.I.'s, as the neurologist demandsChanges that my body make are all at its' command.
Discipline is needed, to avoid a pace that's hecticRestraints imposed on family members 'cause I'm an Epileptic’.Adjustments in my life-style, as Mom & thoughtful wifeMuch care & rest I must take as seizures rule my life.
How I hate being an ‘Epileptic’ but, we are survivors