My Shoes
Try on
My shoes and see
This made up life you claim
I lead. These fake monsters inside
My head.
I lie.
You say. They are
Not real. I’m fine you say.
It’s just something in your head. But,
You’re wrong.
Have you
Ever cried yourself
To sleep because you can’t?
Nothing specific, you just can’t
With life.
Sitting.
In class, hearing
The words flow over you.
Seeing everyone talking, but
Not you.
Thinking,
No one likes you,
But knowing it’s not true.
You just sit in a crowded room.
Alone.
Do you
Know what it’s like
To sleep for ten hours straight
Yet feel so tired you can barely
Make it?
When you
Have hours of work,
That’ve been there for ages
You desperately need to do,
But can’t.
Anytime
Someone takes a
While to respond, or doesn’t
Talk to you for a little while,
You freak.
Wait, what?
What did I do?
Did I say something wrong?
Am I too much hassle for them?
Again?
It’s hell.
Knowing you’re fine,
But constantly worried,
About everything and nothing.
Always.
So please,
Try on my shoes.
Tell me how fake it is.
But don’t you forget, it’s just in
Your head.