A disability that always hinder me from moving, a freedom to do what ever i want. My crowd seems like a huge lifeless land that leaves me out from the dream of fitting in. But reality struck on me, i may not be ideal but my disability wont define me. The thing that support me would not be a factor to be called ugly. I would not leave it to become perfect in their eyes. But i will use it to support me from chasing my dreams and as i stand in this vast dull land, the sun still shines giving me rays of hope that someday this land where i'm standing would be full of life and be able to be me.