Try On My Shoes
Darkness, darkness all around
When will all this sorrow drown?
Sitting, staring, thinking, crying,
All the while I wish I was dying.
Who said I would receive this fate?
I didn’t ask for so much always on my plate.
People think they know who I am,
But really not a single person can truly understand.
Don’t tell me how I feel and don’t tell me what to do,
Don’t even think about it until you try on this shoe.
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