You look at me what do you see
A body bent, misshapen
Features slack with drooling mouth
And fingers constant twitching

The only sounds my mouth escapes
Are grunts that sound so pig like
Body trapped in chair on wheels
No way for me to move it

But spare a thought for me inside
This body that I'm trapped in
My mind is clear, yes I can think
Inside of me I’m normal

I too have hopes, dreams and wishes
Yet no-one I can tell
A prisoner I am of my appearance
Stuck inside this living hell