I always knew I had a glitch
A missing piece, a broken part,
A hairline fracture, something off-
Cause I never ran quite right
The doctor’s news gave no shock
Just proving what I knew-
I’m broken, damaged, a factory recall
And I’ll never run quite right.
Some days my glitch don’t matter-
I still leap and grasp at stars.
But others I’m tired,
Still other I’m beat
Enough to break under my scars.
Pain is no rarity,
Just daily routine.
It’s weakness that unsettles me,
That creeps into the rest of me
Twisting, wearing, tearing,
Shifting my existence.
Then this causes worry-
What if my glitch ain’t no broken piece
But the other way around?
What if the glitch is me,
And I’m the reason my part won’t work?
If I were born a hundred years ago
My glitch woulda plucked me from selection,
Cause it ain’t natural to keep running wrong.
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t pass my glitch on, either.
The human race don’t need glitches making more glitches.
But I guess I’ll just keep running
Even though I don’t run right.