people with some disabilities being treated horribly because of it and they can't really say or do anything about it. So I wanted to compose a poem for those who can't speak out. For those who will read this, speak for them too. Don't standby. Treat them normally because they are like you, a little different.

I sit motionless, not being able to compose emotions, I look emotionless, I'm less. Lesser than you, you and you. But I'm blessed. I can still breathe and see too. But who do I see too? I see all of you. You, you, and you. I can see the heads turning, not wanting to see me, I see the old person who is the only one who helps me pee because my legs just weren't meant to be. I'm not strong enough to stand, but I'm sure as hell strong enough reach out my hand, to those I love, and my love is strong enough to get me above. Above all of you. I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't write, I can't raise my hands to fight. Fight back. Oh the anger held in all these years. Being called special. Stupid. It makes me fear.. fear I can never be called normal. I can see you, you, and you, looking at me like "oh, so horrible" but yet you do nothing to help?! You All have no idea what I've felt, the things I've dealt with, all the friends you can have while I have them to miss, the things I had to kiss, because I will never have them. Like love. My crush, my dove.. she will never like me because I look like I've just been mugged. I'm a twitching, drooling, horribly looking freak, but I'm still loving.. I just want to be normal too.. but all I can do I sit still and stare at you, you, and you.