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