Don't judge a book by its cover

Just because of my wheelchair I can't be your lover?

I shudder at the thought that I will always be judged and never be loved

But I guess that certain things can't be touched or rushed

I hate waiting as almost as I hate stupidity

Do I look like I give a flip about your pity

I'm just trying to live as normal as I can be

 I know that the truth is sweeter than candy But I don't care- I grew up on lies so it's nothing new

I have a question though- what am I to you? Am I a person or a chair

Usually I don't care but I want to know the place all the way through before I put my heart there

I don't have time to waste so be real with no haste

I'm tired of the pain that lies create I have so much that I can put in a crate

But don't feel sorry because every day is a clean slate

But don't be fake- I hardly need a Barbie 

Because I don't want to show up to a party I'm not invited to

So be true- what am I to you?