I wrote this with SCID patients in mind. I wonder how tough it'll be for them, living in isolation from the rest of the world...

A little nick at me
Would send me sick,
So in a bubble
Did my body lay.
I started with pain,
my first reaction
As it hurts living as me.
Then anger,
At the world,
For choosing me.
Not enough
my insecurities
got the better part of me
As fear of death
surfaces and becomes
My utmost concern.
Finally, came acceptance
That my situation
Had no solution.