I’m not who you think I am.
I’m not weak, or stupid, or useless, or pathetic.
I’m not your burden.
I’m not blind to your looks of pity.
Or to your embarrassment.
Or your pride.
I’m not afraid of the world.
I’m not desperate for your help.
But I do appreciate it.
I’m not my wheelchair.
I’m not miserable.
At least no more than you are.
I am tired of fighting to be seen.
I am stronger than you’ll ever realize.
I am also in more pain than I can describe.
I am alone in a lot of ways.
I have learned how to handle that.
I am smart.
I can be funny.
I can be fun.
I can also be a bitch.
I am aware that I can’t change how you see me.
But that doesn’t change who I am.
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Yay, you!
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Something like that. π
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exactly like that
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I was pissed, annoyed when I wrote it, but it isn’t always true. Sometimes I’m exactly what the person who hates me most thinks.
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Well, we all are sometimes.
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Actually, I changed my mind. I’m not that bad. π
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Are you the one who gets to decide, or do we? HA!
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Hi — I’m Megan, an editor for a new website called TheMighty.com, where we share and tell stories about people facing challenges, whether that be a disability, disease or disorder. I found your blog on Tumblr and it’s so powerful. I’d love to repost this entry on The Mighty if you’re interested. We’d link to your blog, of course. If you are, please shoot me an email at megan@themighty.com. Hope to hear from you. Either way, thanks for writing!
Cheers,
Megan
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Sure, you an repost. Thanks!
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