The Outsider
They think I’m stupid, but they’d be surprised
I see the revulsion in their eyes
And the way their heads lean together,
To talk about me as I walk by.
Do they think I don’t see looks of horror
On faces, as they get to their feet?
When I approach their coffee table,
To sit down on the vacant seat
Don’t they know I’m aware that they’re shouting
When they talk to me, as if I can’t hear?
But then tell their child not to speak to me
I’m a monster, and someone to fear
They view me, through eyes of loathing
As a soul of no value or worth
Who contributes nought to society
Undeserving a place on their earth
I just wish that, before passing judgment
They’d get to know me or give me a chance
To show them the ‘someone’ hidden inside
And maybe break through their ignorance
So they’ll look upon me as those they think ‘normal’
And not treat me differently
For I am a person, with feelings, like them
But for my learning difficulty!
This poem is about the service users I work with and how they feel the world views them
and is a crime against humanity
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