Nights of gaming with the brightness on high,

Little did I know, I was seeing blurred lines,

This hobby robbed me quickly of my vision,

Realizing too little too late, to the eye doctor I was driven,

Eight years ago, I received my first pair of glasses,

But I was too scared to wear them in any of my classes,

I thought I’d be laughed at, maybe called a nerd,

Possibly left behind, forgotten by the herd,

Those fears have long since been erased,

Now it’s quite the opposite, almost as if I fear others seeing my natural face,

To this day, it’s still a little sad when I look in the mirror,

I can’t even see myself without glasses, to make it a bit clearer,

I need spectacles just to witness a spectacle,

Everywhere I go, they have to be accessible,

They eventually become a part of you, reaching for them when they aren’t even there,

This is what it’s like to be vision impaired,

If not my eyesight, it's my glasses that are blurry,

Defiled by a touch, graze, or even the slightest flurry,

I long for a time where I can lay my lens down, look in the mirror and not see a blurred line,

A time where I am truly, visible to the naked I.