My soul wanders through my immobile body,
Searching for joy or even a smile,
Some things about me just seem so vile (to me!).
My head is aching.my hands are shaking,
Not knowing what to do with the day is quite frustrating.
People say I’m weird,others say strange,
Quite recently I’ve heard that I’m deranged!
My tears are held back,for fear of upsetting another.
Call me brave or call me a freak,
Just don’t ever tell me that I’m weak.