Dyslexia though my own eyes

chapter 2

chapter 2

what can she do

When I got home I garbed my guitar and stared to strum some notes, and stared to sing one of

my favorite songs in the world

shies are crying

i am watching

catching tear drops in my hand

only silence

as it's ending

like we never had a chance

do you have to

make me feel like

these nothing left of me

you can take everything i am have

you can brake everything i am

like i'm made of glass

like i'm made of paper

go on and try to tear my down

i will be rising form the ground

like a skyscraper

like a skyscraper

"BELLA DO YOUR HOMEWORK" mom yells form down stairs. I got out my books and paper for math. I

just sat there, watching the numbers move, stared at the numbers hopping they would disappear .

They didn't, they stayed put, like a good trained dog. As I watched and stared at the paper I moved

into another flash back.

" why cant you just try to do well, instead of slacking off, try to do the math" Mr. Happy yelled at

me.

"i'm trying"

"well try harder, your not trying enough, you have to try it's really not that complicated"

"BUT I DONT UNDERSTAND"

"THEN TELL ME WHAT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

"ALL OF IT"

"THEIRE HAS TO BE ONE POINT IN THE EQUATION THAT YOU DONT UNDERSTAND" and I

randomly pointed to a spot, step 3. he showed me again and again. he must have a scripted some

where cause it was the same firkin words over and over and over again. "OH I GET IT" but I really

didn't. I walked out thinking 'what the hell did he say'.

"Bell, dinner ready, BELLA YOU DIDNT EVEN TRY TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK" my mom yells at me. '

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DIDNT TRY, YOU TRY BEING ME YOU TRY HAVING TO GO TO SCHOOL AND

HAVE EVERY ONE YELL AT YOU THE SAME THING, 'TRY HARDER' I CANT TRY ANY HARDER, IF I DO, I

WILL DIE OF A HEAD AC' I wonted to yell so bad. I knew if I told mom I didn't get it, I would get the

same speech form Mr. Happy. I mopped down to the table, and again they would have the same

conversation

" how was your day" dad would ask, I would say what I wanted to say out loud in my head. 'IT WAS

HELL, THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO TEACH ME, IM NOT LEANING ANYTHING OTHER THEN I AM STUPID,

WORTHLESS, CAN'T READ, CAN'T SPELL, CAN'T DO ANYTHING AND I NEED TO TRY HARDER, BUT IF I

DO MY BRAIN WILL EXPLODE' "ok" is what I would say. My parents tried to help me with my

homework, but they would end up doing if for me by accident, so finally they had to stop helping, and

just have me figure it out by myself. After dinner I went up to her room and cried, she didn't wont to

go to school, she didn't wont to lean how to read, write, spell, math, anything under that category. But

everyday she was forced to get up and walk to school, and everyday would be the same. After about an

hour of crying she picked up her guitar and wrote a song. (sorry i cant write songs so it will be really

bad)

I'm all alone

no is here

I'm all alone

no one understands

i'm all alone

no one wants to listen to me

I'm a stupid little person underground

why do i exists

i have no propose in this life

i don't wont then to win

but i think they already have

i feel defeated

i feel abandoned

i feel like everyone has given up

on me

so what's the point

why must it be so hard

to learn simple stuff

why must life tear me about

i though i was strong

but I'm guess I'm not strong enough for this

i cant do anything

I wrote that song when she first picked up a guitar, when I first fell in love with music. everyone (her

mom, dad, grandparents) told me I was good, but I didn't believe then, everyone at school tells me

that I was no good at anything, so I believe them.

FACT: a dyslexic may not be able to do really well in school but is really good at sports, dance, song writing or writing. Or anything under that category