She sits in her chair,but she’s always aware,

although she wants no sympathy for pain hardly bare,

No special privileges, and no special care,

She just wants to live her life without the despair.

She is surrounded by loved ones, all well and all good

She fends for herself,

she’s so misunderstood

She wants not anything just love, and some hope

that someday soon, she will be able to cope

she manages so well in her own living hell

maybe some day the Doctors can cast a good spell.

Treated like others is all well and good

but no sympathy she needs,

she’s so misunderstood.

Independent and strong, she asks of herself,

doesn’t want to get dusty,

like a book on a shelf.

“Look at me, I am me, I am here can’t you see?,

Despite all the things that are wrong you can see.”

She demands no special treatment,

there’s not many who would

but she is something special

she’s so misunderstood.

So when you meet her,

be proud of her so,

She is just a person, not a sideshow.

So now you know,

be yourself if you could

She would never judge you,