Being disabled and a teenager can be quite the challenge.
I often wonder if it's really fair to me.
But able-bodied people just can't see.
Why I feel this way.
Either that, or they just aren't sure what to say.
I think they want to make it go away.
Sometimes, I get so mad.
But others, I think to myself "Is it really all that bad?"
Yes and No.
You have to work harder for things you want to do.
But you know your body better than anyone else, too.
Sometimes, I wish I were "normal".
"What is normal?" I am often asked.
I don't really know.
With this poem, my true feelings about my disability really show.
My self-esteem is really low.
I try not to show others if their comments have hurt.
But, then, at night, I just go home and cry, cry cry.
And I often ask why?
As a disabled teenager, all I want is to fit in.
It looks like people are having so much fun.
But now, my poem is just about done.
Oh how I wish I could just be one of them.

By Kelly Czarnecki

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Updated August 10, 2000