ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Trading Places

People come to me,

They look at me with pitiful eyes,

With wavered sights,

And furrowed brows.

I sit on my wheelchair,

Feeling sad not for myself,

For the pitiful glances,

I receive.

I know I am barred,

From doing so many things,

Feet can do,

I know I have bulwarks,

For I can't take care 

Of my own self.

But still I am strong,

But still I am positive,

But still I want to live,

But I still want to be me.

When people tell me,

As always assumed realities to them,

That I would dream to trade places,

With those who could do so many things,

Who had no bulwarks.

I feel no!

I want to have a normal life,

But not on the cost of living like somebody else,

I want to trade places sometimes,

Not because of my constraints,

But because of the pity,

I get from you!