My eyes are small but always see
My ears are big but listens
In height I'm short but I get around
Me feet is small but I can move
My knees are another story
A long painful story
I used to run, jump, climbed, hop, skip
But that all changed
Walking becoming difficult to do
I push through it
Push through the pain
Push through the insecurity
For me and no one else
Becoming nothing but me
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