Thread: The Legs That Prevent a Future.

I am so hateful to myself for my legs that bind me to the chair,
No I can walk and run and jump and play fine,
But it these legs that still confine.

No one can understand my insanity because I am not normal at all,
I will never to normal unless I die like everyone else can.
Then and only then can i be a normal man.

My legs are fine when you look at me in the streets,
walking around as if I have great things in mind,
Hoping and running cause I'm wierd or stupid in this present time.

They say it's my mind that all f*&^%ed up and that I cannot preform,
LET ME PROVE YOU WRONG YOU IDIOTS BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS THIS WAY,
Ever since my problems started I don't know when, then I can't conform.

My mind is fine I just am going insane, because all the people won't let me be,
They keep pushing me aside not letting me do what I want or seeing my side,
Letting me write and praising me for it, or saying my drawings are good this time.

No, you don't see, no one does. I'm not normal at all and no one will understand,
I'm trying to start a life and become independant. No one will let me,
Simply because they see something wrong and start to yell "He's got a disability."

I not an asset, I'm not a hazard, or a problem, or a liability,
That is the reason for ALL my PAIN, ALL my STRESS, ALL my HEARTACHE in me.
I just wish you people could understand what goes on in this man.

All I wanted was to be liked, but that won't happen anymore, I'm too different,
It's because I am not disabled, but I am, but I'm not, but they say I am,
Not that I really care at all cause I say one thing and they don't care for it.

My legs are a hinderance not a disablity.. ah crap let's drop it, it's getting to me...

JMM (K' Heart)