Nobody who calls knocks on the door

Telephone which only sings out telesales rings

Email that takes flight right out of sight 

Postman that only brings bills and leaflet drop things

To be left trapped in a room  climbing the wall
  
These are the joys when disability falls
 
Feeling unimportant ever so small

Rejected by the world ignored by all

Watching from behind glass

Angry resentful dwelling on the past

Wondering on what come to pass

Asking why a thousand times why
 
You've tried to be good to be how you should

Don't understand you wish you just could