Blind

You must be blind,
To love my kind.
But how can you?
There's nothing I can do.

Nothing great,
I feel like I'm trapped in a crate.
I'm not allowed to have fun,
It seems like that is what I must shun.

Too afriad to change,
For other's feelings might dissarange.
Not that they haven't already,
That's why I'm so nervous and never steady.

I'll never be normal at this rate,
Doesn't my life sound great?
Now that you know,
Do you still love me so?