I was the one who never learned to walk
I was the one who had to be explained
Strangers inquired if I could even talk
I could, when they weren’t eying me with a pained
Commiserating glances. No one can
Hold conversation with a pitying look.
So while other children played and ran,
I was the one who hid behind a book.
And yet, I wondered why they pitied me.
My father’s arms were always strong and sure
Amy mother’s smile was always sweet to see,
And with them I was perfectly secure,
And it was many years before I know
I was the one who broke their hearts in two.
-pub unknown