A Poem Where I Don't Hide
At first glance, I am cute, maybe, handsome,
I can be found driving a chair on four wheels.
I prefer being a mute statue, unless talked to,
You may mistake me to be another invalid.
After all, that is what most mistake me to be,
My eyes hold a crazy hope of flying with words.
When life hit my ability to keep my feet forward,
Smashed with the hammer of bullying, I stood.
I have spent much time, hidden away in novels,
I gave up on my dreams before falling for poetry.
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