Why Me?

I woke up this morning,
and the fighting began.
I fight to sit up in bed.
I fight with my hands to pull up my pants.

I need help
with eating,
with dressing.
I am afraid that no one will understand me.
I'm afraid to ask a girl for a date
because of my speech.

Everytime I say something,
I repeat myself two
or three times.
Why should I have to repeat myself?

When I walk,
I fall.
It causes me pain
that never goes away.
That pain stays with me until I die.
Why me, O God?

When I am asleep, 
I dream I can talk.
I can run and jump,
I have a girl.

Then I woke up.
The war inside of me starts again.
It’s like I'm in jail, in my own body,
serving a lifetime.
Why?

But I'm still lucky.
A lot of people are worse off than me.
I thank God for who I am.

Charles Breunig