Negative Space

Hobbler

Go ahead, I'll still hobble on

Make fun of my stride,

my old lady feet

Chip, chip, chip away

You'll never get in

I've built my walls way up high

and thick instead of thin

You know I see you laughing

And I know you know I don't care

Why let old ghosts always haunt me

If they were never really there

I knew I had to shrink myself

To fit into the body I had grown

So somewhat awkwardly

I'll continue past you,

And hobble up the pathway

all alone.