In my shoes

 

I have tried to blend in and play the part,

But I have always walked with a broken heart.

They see a smile and they see me stand,

Yet no one dares to hold my hand.

I know too much and I feel too strong,

And somehow I don’t truly yet belong.

I wear a mask and they believe the show,

But inside I am broken and I guess they will never know.

These shoes I wear are torn and unkind,

They bruise my soul and they cage my mind.

I stumble on and though no one knows,

How heavy are the steps that I chose.

Too sensitive, too lonely, and too sore,

I can’t pretend to fit no more.

So let me walk with my naked feet,

On the roads where silence feels complete.

For freedom sings where pain has been,

And every scar that I endure shall guide me in.