Tons of children are cirling while happily chanting,
Sounds of laughter coming from their curved mouths,
Jumping relentlessy in the hard solid ground
under the blue sky with the appearance of the roaring sun.
Tears started to roll down my cheeks,
Asking myself, "Why am I here sitting?
Why can't I move without my friend's help?"
in two rusty wheels that support me.
I stared at them with my red, puffy eyes
Oh, how I wish I could also run with them and play!
Sadly, it's just a scene that will only come true in my mind
but also one that I hope will happen someday.
Tons of children are circling while happily chanting
as melancholic sobbing sounds escaped my lips,
Mixing up with the happy sounds they were producing,
But they were only ignored as I was one with a disability,
something that made me the crowd's black sheep.