Personal Narrative: Ain T I A Human

Ain’t I a Human?
Ain’t I a human? Why can’t I breathe normally without using a cannula? Why do people have to always stare at me whenever I walk by them? Why can’t I be the way I want instead of people wanting me to be someone I'm not? My mom would always say “Hazel, you’re a teenager. You’re not a little kid anymore.” She would want me to act like a teenager, while I just wanted to watch America’s Next Top Model and read An Imperial Affliction. Why can’t I live up to 90, instead of dying at a young age? Why can’t I walk up the stairs without being so slow? I can’t walk up the stairs as fast as everyone else. Why can’t I have friends who don't pity me? I’m basically a grenade. At some point, I’m going to explode and I would like to minimize