Is it a curse or just a gift

The choice is mine in the way I live

It changes day by day and fills my heart

The anticipation of what is next

I dont enjoy the the curse, but love the gift.

To see the plane thats meant for me is sometimes hard for me to see.

Is it up or is it down, which do you prefer

Perhaps the middle is meant for me

Just let me know so I am in control.

Dont be scared by what you see,

I am no-one else but me

If we keep me and not the curse and not the gift.

Then thats the gift I can give to you.

The curse is there and will always be

The gift is there and will always be.

So I fight with all my might,

The battle is long and very hard

I sometimes need to rest

then it sneaks in without control

Then its a gift

Then its a curse

Perhaps to just enjoy it all.

keep focus on whats about to be

and just remember, the curse and gift are parts of me

Would you rather not see that man in me.

The one that has joy and pain.

Would you rather sit in blind ignorance of what I can be

Is it a curse or a gift

Just dont ask me

Would you like my gift, when I say its a curse

Would you part with my curse If I told you its a gift

Each day I awake and look at me in the mirror

If only I could only see

Is it the gift, or is it the curse

All I see is me