God Forgot About Me?

When I was born,
There was something wrong,
I didn’t have one.
They thought I’d be fine for a little while,
But then my sixth birthday came and my lights went out,
The sunshine was switched off,
The grass felt spiky
The water wetter than before,
I started to walk into doors.
The doctors said, “we’ll fix this”
Why can’t they face it?
Nothing could do the trick,
They tried again and that didn’t work
And so I had to jerk
Into a world of darkness but full of colour
Everything I smell, hear taste or touch,
Has some kind of colour not too much,
To brighten up my darkened world,
I picture every boy and girl,
Judging by the tone of their voice,
By personality or help from a friend of my choice,
I wish I could rip this film from my eyes,
Just a little corner so I could spy,
To see how the world has changed,
Somehow I’d manage to see,
My favourite actors, singers,
But until someone gives me the reason why,
Or until someone will let me spy,
I’ll  manage with the senses I still have,
I’ll be a normal person, the best I can be,
But I wish someone would tell me, why did God forget about me?