Labelled

Looked over,
looked down on
looked at.

glances, whispers
glares.

but you can't help it
you can't help that
you move differently
you look different
you're (dis)abled
labelled.
a
   drain
on
  society.

(it hurts)
so you
find the
answer at
the bottom of
a bottle
 (just like your parents do)
thinking
just one more glass will
take the fucking pain away

yet,
no one asks
if it hurts
because a clown's smile
is painted to sit
above the sadness.

people look at you
through you
but they never ask
and you'll never tell