Another Cruel Joke

As if to mock me and make me weak, My voice once strong has become so meek. Was once of many, now only one, What do I do without those who were flesh and bone I now know what life is like for those who are normal I wish now to be formal And apologize to all those I hurt Even though I doubt they still listen, for I am dirt, Stomp on the ground as you please, Envision me Picture me And destroy me That is my final plea