I sit alone
In a dark corner
Asking myself
"Why is everybody staring at me?"
Their stares are like a knife to my heart
I just want to tell them sometimes
"Stop staring at me,
I’m just a normal person
Like everybody else."
Sometimes at night
I just pray to God
"Why me God, what have I done
to deserve this?"
But then I go to school the next day
And hand out with my friends
And it makes me realize
That I am a normal person after all
Posted on July 11, 2008 at 10:52pm —
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