to be guilted for my tired eyes 

while concealed marrow rots

under the lens of your contempt 

i believe you have mistaken my lack of function 

for a choice to have none 

i crave just as you do 

the serenity of touch

and the warmth ignited as a result 

just as you, i admire the void that encompasses me

i see every movement i’ve been implored to create

faintly discerning their effortless deeds

i have witnessed my opportunities 

wash through me 

as the stream from my hour long shower

glides down my back

hoping the degree of heat will be enough to scar.

to be called lazy while i must use force for every action

my strength is not recognized under the eyes of society

she’s shy

she’s timid 

dull.

or does she just not have the strength to speak?