Trapped

My body is trapped, In this chair that I hate, I can’t move, I can’t run, I can’t even skate.

I’m stuck, In this prison of metal and wheels, I watch as the world passes me by, and I feel so small and weak.

I want to be free, to run and play and laugh, to be like everyone else, but I know that will never happen.

So I’ll just have to make the best of it, And find a way to be happy, Even though I’m stuck in this chair.

I’ll find a way to be strong, and I’ll show the world that I can do anything, even if I’m in a wheelchair.