Have you any idea how I feel
When you look at me and laugh
Or talk behind my back
Saying I need a bath?
The voice of reason is all very well
When you look like a stick in a dress
Whilst I struggle to catch my breath
And humiliated with stress.
No one knows anything about me
as you become my judge and jury
The anxiousness I feel is killing me
While dealing with your “fury”
I take up 2 seats and that’s not right
your angry that you have to stand
The glares and tutting becoming louder
It appears I am getting out of hand?
“She needs to cut down on the food”
“How can she live like that”?
Some are even getting angry
look at her she is fat?
“Mummy why is that lady so big”?
As the youngster looks at me
It is his innocence that makes me smile
There for all to see.
I am dreading getting off this bus
To a humiliating public show
To the tuts and uttering under breath
I cannot wait to go.
As I drag the wheelchair off the bus
Nobody lends a hand
If it was the other way around
I would understand.
People can be quick to judge
Without knowing the real “you”
Think before you open your mouth
just think the whole thing through.
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