They said you are disabled
They said you will not be favored
“At least my family loves me”
But oh, how wrong was he
They made fun of his stutters
He smiled and hid behind shutters
The first time he was broken
Was by his own brethren
…
But how long could he go like that
He had all the rights in fact
He mustered up the courage
And tried to fill his carriage
With friends he could confide in
He did find some, but they grinned
Whenever he wasn’t with them
They made fun of him
He soon found how fake his circle is
To run away and hide, now his only wish
The second time he was broken
By words unspoken
…
But how could he survive without company?
He collected himself and off set he
Worked on his disability
And managed to show some agility
His life filled with people
But only a very few real
That’s when he found love
All of his fears and worries were gloved
He was finally content
But his life turned into a contest
He was forced to compete
With someone he hadn’t even seen
She didn’t choose him
His life went limp
The third time he was broken
His heart was torn open
…
The world is a cruel place
He’s still fighting for his case
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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