I stroll weakly
I don’t glide
Simply wondering when this life will pass me by
They all stare watching me from afar
They never see me smile
Just a broken face wishing she could join in the fun
Wishing her life had never begun
Maybe she didn’t have perfect legs
But a heart and soul.
But this alone wasn’t worth it for anyone’s satisfaction
Nor did anyone care
This poor girl was walking alone
While eyes glared
As she struggled to walk
She thought I wish had a friend who cared
But no-one even spoke to her
She was labelled “the handicap girl”
Tears of sadness dripped down her face
Why couldn’t she be like other girls?
Pretty in pearls and skirts.
But then everything changed
When a young brown haired girl with a happy face said
“Hey need any help?”