Is it hard?
It's a question I'm tired of.
Tired of being written off,
An incapable invalid.
I hear the whispers,
I can hear them,
thinking they're superior,
unknowingly, unthinkingly.
They have sight but not vision,
I can feel them looking,
I know when they stare,
I can't see them,
but I know they're there.
It's a handicap,
but I can still love,
feel, move, read or live,
I can still know myself,
That's more than I can say for them.
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