I wonder 'Why'?
As you walk by,
You stop and stare at me?
Is it my hair? Some thing on my face?
Is there something wrong with me?
Maybe it's the clothes I wear,
After all,
I'm somewhat unique!
'No'!
That's not it, there's something else
And it's really bugging me!
Friends say,
'It's your bright blue eyes', captivating them,
Others say,
'It's your glimmering smile'
'They just can't help but stare'!
Ah ha! But now I think I know,
What's making them stop and stare.
I think it's because I'm not upright,
I'm sitting in a chair!
That's it! I'm sure!
Thank goodness for that!
There is nothing wrong with me!
So I'll keep on smiling with shiny eyes,
So clear for all to see, that,
If I'm beaming, relaxed and happy,
Then why the heck can't they be?!
That's me!
Being in a wheelchair and having your face level with everyone butts is bad enough but being stared at is frustrating, just another thing we have to get used to!