Walking in my shoes
Is like walking in quicksand
And standing in my position
Is like no legs to a kickstand
So I keep falling over
Nothing to hold me high
But there really is more to me
That meets thee eye
Walking in my shoes
Is like walking on thin ice
Suicidal actions
Are actions I’ve been in twice
I’ve been in more situations
That I’d rather not speak of
But I’ve gotten out of them
With a rather unique love
Walking in my shoes
Is like sprinting a million miles
And when I get done
Haters break a billion smiles
People get the best of me
But I’ve grown to it
Life is hard and hectic
But I’ve blown through it
Walking in my shoes
Is like running on a treadmill
I’m only running in one place
Trying to keep my head still
But there are times
That it just won’t stay
With all of these sins on my shoulder
It’s no wonder I don’t pray
Walking in my shoes
Is like lost in a dream
Moving gets harder
Great with exhaust and can’t scream
My dreams are more like nightmares
That I cannot wake up from
When I get to my climax
I get dreadfully deaf and dumb
Walking in my shoes
Is like walking with shackles
I’m chained to the ground
When reality tackles
I struggle with battling
To be a bigger man
My words can’t explain this
But my poetry can