Success
I can hear them.
Laughing, yelling, pointing at me
Why me? I ask myself from time to time
Immaturity, superiority, over powering me
Using me as a wall: bumping, pushing, and falling over me.
Speechless I should say,
A kid in the wheelchair, being screamed and yelled at by fellow schoolmates
A voice inside me, telling me I won't make it
But I can feel it, I can hear it, I can see it
Each step I take, each sight I see, each sound I hear
I know I can change me, change everything
With the help from my brothers and sister, I will succeed
Faithless, hopeless, and helpless
Together, we can stand with courage and respects from me to you and from you to me
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