It\'s not like me to be sane
I\'m touched by difficult times and pain
My mind hangs above my head
My body, paralyzed and presumably dead
A feeling of coldness only I can feel
A feeling of happiness I wish I could steal
Pushing forward is too hard
The only words of encouragement are brain-dead and re-tard
An envelope of isolation surrounds me
I only ask: who invited pity?
Why do I see ugly when God sees beauty?
I am visible yet held captive by invisibility
Surrounded by people who come to see me
Like an abstract painting of emotional realities
I am Liability