Epilepsy and Me

My first seizure occurred, I was sixteen years old, They said it could be Epilepsy, i felt so very cold. Seizures came fast and not far between, So ashamed, never wanted to be seen, Very hard to hide because i'd often fall down, Always making me feel a bit of a clown. Not quite understanding exactly what i had, Was it an illness or had i gone mad, These were the questions to which i wanted a reply, Sometimes sit alone and ask myself why. What have i done to deserve this, why should it be me, I want to normal, I want to be free, I've got to hide it, I dont want anyone to know, It's so very, very hard, the road is so narrow. Seizures coming more often, the illness getting worse, I still can't accept this, it's definitely a curse, More and more people are seeing my fits, So i decide it's time not to keep it secret. I've accepted my illness now, it's one thing I dont hide, Even after a seizure I'll hold my head up with pride, No longer ashamed and no longer afraid, Now if I do have a seizure my friends offer aid. Consultant told me that one day i could beat it, Fantastic news i was so happy to greet it, The chance of the operation is too much of a gamble, It's when your told something like this life feels a shamble. Since going to hospital, i felt i wasn't alone I used to sit at home, think i was all on my own, I should've had more information, maybe be told, In the early years not left out in the cold. It was so very hard to accept it, so hard to understand, But epilepsy was never discussed with me beforehand, My confidence after a seizure is still slightly affected, But no longer afterwards do i feel so rejected. When people talk about epilepsy, i certainly feel warmer, There's no shame, no worry and won't be a trauma.