Wrong Impression


Please don't stare when you see me walking by
Those looks and hurtful remarks they only make me want to cry
I cant help being born with a disability
My condition is only a tiny part of me
But it can cause me pain and sorrow every time
When people look at me like I've done a crime
Nobody is perfect and many things cannot be seen
But I'm a 18 year old handicapped teen
Its okay to look at me and then wonder why
But please don't leer at me because inside my heart does cry

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