Have you ever tried to get up
and you realized you can't ?
Have you ?
How would you feel ? ...
...It must be painful , harmful and sad ...

That's how I feel
everytime I forget
Poor me ! , so ridiculous
missing in my trying.

Self humilliated
hidden in my room
where tears of hate and sorrow
born looking down to my legs.

I know you feel sad
when you see me
and you wonder
what I feel

I need to be alone
to live alone with my chair
(what I hate most
but I need most). My Chair

"Agony dressed up
with my body , rides
a two-wheeled carriage".

Im not part of the party
when I come
you look askance at me
with fear and sorrow.

Now you know me,
you'd take my place
so I could get up...

But as soon as my wheels
are out of your sight
everything is forgotten.

You keep on dancing , having fun
as I go back to my room,
where I can't forget,
where I can't dance !!.