Disabled Stories

When I look in the mirror what do I see...A face of ugliness, a freak staring back at me...I ain't pretty, or handsome, or anything special to look at...I hide away my face, my body because I look like that...When I look at myself, I see what you all see...A freak of nature, unlike the perfection I should be...God made me different, for people to laugh and stare...As some look at me, as a monster who will scare...The good...

This poem was written several years ago now, when I was in a deeper, dark place and I think expressed much of my feelings at the time about loneliness, my disability and how people looked upon me.Sometimes I wonder, why I look how I do?Why God created me, so I could suffer what I go through?The pain, the suffering, the feeling of being hated,By all you people just for being created.I look in the mirror, and don't see my r...