Broken commodity

I am the one that walks on one deformed leg

I am the one who looks around at the faces that stare

I am the one who smiles back 

I am the one they will try to forget

I am the one whom they will blame for making them upset with my pitiful existence

I am the one who will ignore their pity 

I am the one who will never forget when one of thoses faces smiles back.

This poem is about: 
Me

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