To be in my shoes.
To live my life.
To see the world as I do.
To feel my pain.
To live a life unknown.
Would you want to?
Could you handle this life?
These tears I cry.
These words I write.
Wanting to just be me.
Trying to understand the world.
Yet I myself am misunderstood.
To trade shoes for a day.
Would you want to?
