Summary: Just a small poem about the confusion of life and inner struggles I find myself going through. It also tells of the difficulty of trying to be yourself with the restrictions of disability and peoples perceptions of you.

Walk in a room, it smells of paint.
I know this place, I’m comfortable here.
Where it should be, its so familier.
The people know me, they’re my friends.
That’s where it ends, I’m alone inside.
Treat like a child, in an adult’s body.
No help for myself, decisions made for me.
Confidence I had is gone, and I know why.
I’m not shy, that’s just how you want me to be.


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