There is a door I cannot open, no matter how hard I try, Seeing my friends on the other side makes me want to cry, A fog surrounds me, I'm trapped forever, never to be free, Sometimes I wish I was like everyone else, what can I ever be? I hear the whispers and the laughter, though I pretend not to hear, I may unlock the door someday, find the key some year, Until I do, I must wait, merely a victim of cruel fate.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because I know people with disabilities, and I want others to know how they feel.
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