Think of the experience of looking through someone else's eyes,
That of someone disabled, to hear their inner cries.
In a classroom, alone, with a mere single teacher by your side,
Where you can't speak up, speak OUT, no matter how hard you may have tried.
Locked in a classroom throughout the entire day,
And having no say.
To never feel normal, to never blend in,
to hate the feeling of even being in your own skin.
Begging, pleading, and hoping to be part of the crowd,
Screaming in your head with frustration so loud.
But never seeing anything besides a class with four walls,
You, a teacher, somedays not even the halls.
I wish to pursue to teach these children each day,
To actually hear the screams they are trying to say.