My disability

Sun, 06/28/2015 - 02:02 -- ShyShay
I may be disabled 

But why must you treat me like glass 

To wish it was a fable

Just like everyone in class 

I hear your words from across the table 

While I stare out at the grass

Please drop the label
This poem is about: 
Me

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