I take my shoes off and push them aside.
Gently stepping into her shoes that are hard to fill,
The world sways from side to side, my vision blurring.
Suddenly, everything clears up and goes into focus.
From the shoes, everything I see is now tinted black.
Everything I hear sounds mean, cruel and hateful.
Inside my mind; scary thoughts: they wont care if I die.
In my heart, I feel like crap and rotten all around.
In these shoes, to big for me, I feel useless and unworthy.
All I hear reminds me that I am not good enough from them.
The things I see make all I do become less than theirs.
Everything I say is not as important as that what they said.
Walking in her shoes, I see how dark her life is.
I know what she feels, sees, hears and says every day.
I can also see how these shoes are even too big for her.
I thought that she was perfect, that she was the smartest
Now I understand why she always tried so hard to fit in:
In her mind, in her prison, she was NEVER good enough.
Now I can understand, by stepping into her shoes,
Why she left her life and the shoes behind.