I hate the stares

The looks and whispers

I am bound to get

It’s happened once before

And it will happen again

I am scared they will laugh

They will point and jeer

But its ok right?

It will be ok right?

It helps to dull the pain

Even if it doesn’t make it go away

It lets me walk

It lets me be free

Even if I get looks

From old ladies

Yes I have a cane

No I am not eighty

But is it really their business either way

Its black

And has keychains I made

That jingle against the metal

As I walk

My Friend and I

We joke around

That I look like doctor

Gregory house

As I hobble around

With the device that won’t let me fall

Its catching me when my knees buckle

It gives me something to lean on

It means I can get off the floor by myself

Even if it makes me a bit slower

It may mean

That people have to make sure i get across the street in time

And I only have one free hand

But It feels liberating

When I can do things with less pain

So look and stare all you want

I am trying really hard not to care

Because if it helps me

Then why does it matter