Look Past The Label

Here is an acrostic monologue I wrote for my NCS group’s showcase, spreading awareness of our campaign: Look Past The Label, which was created initially to support those with severe disabilities.

Loathing, loathing myself, loathing this disability, loathing what it makes me

Opportunity, all the opportunities you’ve lost, just because of one little label

Owning me, my brain, my body, my future, never allowed to be myself

Knowing that it’s never going to change, stuck in this

Pathetic mind, nobody sees, they all see me as less than I am. I am

Alone, with nobody to see what it’s really like; all the colours, shapes and

Sounds, just noise, always the same, questions, answers, explanations, never once stopping to ask how I really feel

Tired of all the expectations, I can do it, I can

Try to do it by myself, I can try to explain but you’ll never understand

How it feels to be restricted, stuck, alone.

Everybody just walking past, too scared to reach out their hand and help

Lost amongst society, constantly changing, constantly watching them live their “normal” lives, but I am still

Alive, I am here, do you not see me> Or do you only see the outside, the

Broken parts, but I don’t need fixing, I need

Explanations, I need someone to try and see, try and understand, to

Look past my label. And then maybe I can look past yours



Here is a monologue I wrote for my NCS campaign Look past the label.

How can you find happiness when you’re stuck in this cage?

A cage with a giant sign in front saying: DISABLED

Like you belong in a zoo, some sort of freak, always on show, people waiting for you to step up and claim your title

But you always use a mask, a costume, try to be ok, sane, “normal”

Until you slip up. The mask falls off and everyone sees the mess inside and you’re embarrassed, scared, tired, judged…

All because of some stupid label, some stupid sign.

But that’s not who I am.

I am smart, I am funny, I am brave. I’d like to see the people that you call “normal” wake up everyday and be forced to put on a label that changes the way people see them. A label that covers all of their thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams.

But if you try, you can see through it, if you just try hard enough

Push through, pull it away, let it fall to the floor and you will see me,

Look past my label.