Amy Louise Kerswell
My Shoes - Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
These shoes I wear they are ugly shoes.
I wish I could take them off.
But they are stuck to me like glue.
These shoes I wear they are invisible,
but they are always there.
They are the shoes that are filled with darkness.
And filled with doom and gloom.
The shoes of one who suffers borderline personality disorder.
These shoes I wear it's not by choice.
I'm stuck with the brand.
The label I just can't erase.
No matter how hard I try.
Theses shoes i wear have beaten me.
I need a crow bar to lossen them.
I need to be me
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