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Poem 2, Imagination of a Helpless mute and handicap

Nobody understands how I feel…
So useless and so unreal…
Words are always spoken and forgotten…
Promises are always made and broken…Words are always taken for granted…
But for me a chance is never granted…
What a privilege the world does not see…
They see just a stupid and useless me…
To speak is forbidden by God…
And to work forbidden by Society...
I’m like a torn teddy abandoned by a child…
Just like a dull flower unnoticed in the wild…
Hope is dimming like a bulb…
And my heart the battery to this bulb…
Love is all I wished to have…
But sympathies are all I ever had.