Nothing harder than to be different
To be born with cerebral palsy
After an incident during birth
To walk pigeon-toed and
Deal with all the looks and insults
To have it effect you severely
Not only physically, but mentally too
Though one has the mildest form
To have people misunderstand
Your every move and motive
To put you in the same mindset
They believe all people have
It is hard to make and keep friends
Let alone keep the same job
For longer than six months, if that
When things are going well
You suddenly do something to
Muck it up and get yourself fired
Even when doing something 
You love to do, fate intervene's
And you find yourself alone again
It is hard to keep believing, in even God
For it seems that fate has dealt you
A losing hand everytime you play
Even if you're holding all four aces
Somehow life bluffs you and forces you
To toss in in that winning hand
What will happen to you in the end?
Is what you wonder every day of your life
Hoping to prove the world wrong
To finally succeed and live a full life
Without too many worries or strife