The Cripple

I recently got crutches for my broken foot and this is how I feel a lot of the time

Pen to paper
To feel no more pain
Eyes glued to the floor
I hang my head in shame

Cheeks burning red
Scorching like a desert fire
Lump in my throat
I bet you wouldn't peg me for a cry-er

I dont blame them all
For what they say and how they say it
But I do blame myself
For letting my mind obey it

I'm not a "poor thing"
So kindly get the fuck out
After all, how bad would it look
If you made the cripple shout?