YET ANOTHER RANT

JUST GOT HOME FROM CHURCH,
SO WHY, LORD,
AM I FEELING SO SAD AND BLUE?
IS IT THE SEVERE, CONSTANT PAIN
I'M IN
THAT I'VE NICKNAMED
'THE THORN IN MY SIDE',
OR IS IT MY PRIDE?
YES,
I WANT TO BE RECOGNIZED.
BUT WHY, THEN, DO I ALWAYS ASK
FOR OTHERS TO SEE YOU
INSTEAD
NOT BROKEN ME
WHEN THEY LOOK AT ME,
TRYING TO NOT LOOK,
PEEKING,
WHISPERING.
BUT I'M SURE THEY ARE CURIOUS
AS TO WHY I'M IN A WHEELCHAIR.
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS,
JUST LOOK AWAY"
I WANT TO SHOUT.
BUT THEN I TAKE A BREATH,
AND ASK GOD TO EITHER GIVE ME THE RIGHT WORDS,
OR JUST FORGIVE AND FORGET.
AND NOT TO MENTION
THE PEOPLE USING ANYTHING 
LABELED HANDICAPPED
WHEN THEY SHOULDN'T,
MAY I ASK PLEASE,
ON BEHALF OF THE REST OF
TO JUST STOP IT NOW?
BECAUSE IT'S HARD ENOUGH
FOR US WHO REALLY NEED THE HELP.
YOU KNOW.
SO, I GUESS I'M DONE WITH MY RANT,
BUT LET ME SAY ONE LAST THING.
I AM  HURTING SO BAD
THAT IT WANTS ME TO GET MAD
AT GOD
POSSIBLY,
BUT THEN THAT WOULD BE OKAY,
I KNOW,
FOR THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
SO HERE I SIT ON MY COMFY BED,
PRAISE WORSHIP PLAYING IN 
THE BACKGROUND,
AND HERE I WILL STAY
UNTIL IT'S TIME FOR ME TO GO HOME.