I was sad at first
And in ways
I guess I still am
Retracing my life
What made you leave?
Was the defect in you or me?
I started life at an easy jog
Instead of teaching me to run
You stood back, breaking a limb
I no longer jog like others
I walk with a limp, a little behind everyone else
And you hold the brace to fix me
And the more I limp
And watch people around me run
I get angry
I don’t want the stupid brace
I am who I am
But you made me this way