Out of one person in the school with CP

it had to be me.

Only me.

No one else but me.

I just want to be like everyone else,

but I can’t.

My fish feels the same way

trapped in his own little world

with none to talk to.

My mom said to be proud

of who you are.

She said, “Who wants to be normal

when your meant to be different?

Oh I’m different all right.

Really different.

But I don’t see being different

in a good way.

But I’m going to try to be proud of who I am.

I’m not going to let words put me down.

I am different.

And I am proud.