Look at me, what do you see?
Can you see past the flesh?
Can you see the disability?
Cos it isn't obvious for anyone to see.
With all my limbs, and no wheelchair
You think I'm fine cos everything's there
You think, whats he up to, he isn't playing fair
I talk very well and I'm all there
So that's your point of view of me
Cos you cant see my disability
So let me tell you what its like
Living like me every day and night
Permanent pain in most of my joints
Tipsy like Ive had a hundred pints
Memory so bad I cant remember stuff
As most of the time I have to guess and bluff
When I stand the whole world spins round
Stagger all over, grab something, or fall to the ground
Holding onto things to keep me straight
I get frustrated and start to vexate
I'm always low on energy, I'm always tired
I cant seem to do much more than a couple of hours
Before I need to sleep, recharge my battery
But I'm disturbed by my constant need to pee
Stand up sit down, toss and turn
Concentration wont last long, makes it hard to learn
Teach me something new, I'm really pleased
Better start over after a cup of tea
Just cos I can listen, just cos I can talk
Doesn't mean Ive taken it in or remember at all
Asking me to repeat it back again
Is like asking a newborn to count to ten
People think I don't want to work
People think I'm making it all up
You try to live one day as me
Then you'll know how hard it is for me.
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People see the disability or choose not to see it....But it's then you have to reinforce in the observer that they should Look Closer! Nice write David. Craig