Because

Just because I can not walk,
And because I cannot speak.
It does not mean I do not listen,
And that I am a freak.
Why do people look at me?
As though I really stink.
Just because I can not move,
I still know how to think.
No one thinks I'm human,
Because I have wheels on my chair.
Why do people laugh at me?
And why does no one care.
When people talk and look,
I want to curl up in a ball.
And also when people laugh,
It makes me feel so small.
There's one thing I'd like to put a cross,
While I am in this state.
Just because I may not talk,
I still know who's a mate.