I must be rare
Do I care
Do I scare
I am rare
I do care
Of course I scare
And I am scared
Am I angry
Do I fear
I create fear
I shed a tear
They shed a tear
I am angry
I do fear
Others fear
Who am I
I know no more
I know more
My body sore
Who am I
I know no more
I know more
My face a stranger
All cries danger
Why do I cry
Why do I sigh
I know I’ll die
So much to lose
I didn’t choose
My face is rare
No repair
My cancer rare
So unfair
Should I scream
Is it a dream
Yes I can scream
It is all real
I am not tough
One day I will have had enough
But I am strong
I do belong
For now among the living
I will keep on giving
I will share my love
Till I pass and rise above
By Joan Small