In Their Shoes

I wonder what it would be like to be her; the girl I called fat. The girl who now starves herself.

I wonder what it would be like to be him; the boy I made fun of for being gay. He killed himself a few days ago.

I wonder it would be like to be her; the girl I called poor. She lives in her car.

I wonder what it would be like to be him; the boy I laughed at for crying when he got to school. His parents beat him.

I wonder what it would be like to feel their pain; ripping through like a sharp knife.

I wonder what it would be like to be in their shoes.