Even though there are no bars surrounding me
I feel like I’m a prisoner
Or just a prisoner of my own life
People think that there not being a prisoner of their lives
But they are
But to be honest
Mine is hell!
Its worst than others
Besides of being a prisoner of my life
I’m also a prisoner of my skin disorder
I’m wrapped in bandages so I can’t move around as well
I don’t have fingers, so it’s hard to grab, pick up or hold things
Even though I might seem like I’m not
But I’m in pain 24/7
So I live with my pain
I get tired of walking easily
So that’s why I have a scooter
I don’t really go out on the streets
Just because people love to stare
They stare at me like I did something bad or like I’m a monster or something
It may not seem as bad to you guys
But you’re not the one that gets stared at all the time
Every where I look I see someone just starring everywhere I go
It makes me feel like I’m not wanted
Another reason why I don’t go out
Is because I really do