• Every morning I wake up and look out the window.
    I see the sun light.
    I see the birds.
    But I do not hear them sing.
    I walk down stairs and see my mother say good morning to my sisters.
    But I do not hear her warming voice.
    I step onto the bus,the bus driver says good morning.
    I do not hear him.
    Why does he bother?
    Still.
    I smile and sit on an empty seat.
    In class I watch the interpreter.
    I can not pass notes or whisper with my friends.
    Because im the only one the interpreter's watching.
    When I arrive at the lunch room I see my friends talking.
    Chatting.Socializing.
    But when they see me.
    They stop talking and start signing a few words.
    But not enough.
    So.
    They dont talk.
    Chat.
    Socialize.
    Because they feel sorry for me.
    Pitty.
    Thats all people can say to me.
    "Sorry".
    "Oh i feel so sorry for you"
    Thats all they can say.
    Im sick of it.
    All I can do is paint sun sets I see while on my balcony.
    Or draw the ducks that swim on the lake I can see from my balcony.
    Or read on my balcony.
    Or even play my violin on my BALCONY.
    The only place I want to be is my balcony.
    But no one understands that.
    My mom wants me to go to Galluedet for college.
    So I could be in the deaf community more.
    But i dont want to be.
    I dont want to be with the deaf,or be deaf.
    I just want to be.
    The normal one.