My Shoes

Walk in my shoes,
Give it a try.

Not that hard?
I'd say you lied.

Step in my body,
Feel what I do.

Your happy and pain free,
That's a lie too.

Things are hard in my life and body,

I was abused,
Raped,
Molested,
Beat.

For years and years.

I went from free and joyful,
To a sad caged bird.

Am I a virgin?
I wouldn't know.
A simple question,
Should be answered with a yes or a no.

Am I broken?
Deep inside.

Do I show it?
No, I try and hide.

Broken,
Hating,
Crying,
Fading.

Do people see my tears?
Not if I can stop them.

Is it easy to hide them?
From most.

Do I fear?
Not in front of others.

Do I show any negative emotion?
Not if I can fake a smile.

Faking,
Changing,
Losing,
Dying.

The weight of the world on my shoulders,
Is almost a real feeling.
The pressure the pain.
Then self hating.

Can you see the truth?
Not through my acting.

Put me on Broadway,
I'll be singing,
You'll be believing.

Snap the photo,
Get a smile.

Take a seat,
Stay a while.

You'll never get the truth out of me.
Not face to face.
Not here or there.
Not anywhere.

Take notes,
Try to see changes,
Compare.
Contrast.

I'm your project,
Will you pass?