My Life Poem by Esther

I wake up each morning

Knowing it will be boring,

I go downstairs,  let out my dog,

Grab my pain au chocolate, run out the door,

Scoot to school with my friend, called Hannah,

I run to class and try to manage,

Sit down in the lesson and try to learn,

Stand in the lunch queue, wait my turn,

At the end of last lesson, I give up and go home,

Anyone one else feel like this? Or am I alone?

Who am I?

I am dyslexic, I try to learn,

In the future, , I want to earn,

Everyone’s different, I have my identity,

And that is what was sent to me,

But I know that I will see,

Sooner or later, I will be