People tell you to walk a mile
In someone else's shoes
Before you judge them
But I am one who you'd be better off judging.
My shoes are ones that wait for others
But aren't waited for
Ignored in favour of another
My shoes want to listen
But apparently they aren't trusted enough
To be talked to
My shoes are called by name
And then run past because
Someone else is farther down the hall
My shoes spend nights alone
Because alone is the only option
My shoes are miserable
Dirty and worn
Well-loved but replaced
Stuffed in a closet and forgotten
I pity anyone who shares my shoes
Because even I don't want to be in them
