Take a Walk in my Shoes..

Come take a walk in my shoes

Come on, which pair do you want? 

You can clomp around in my punk-rock Cherry Reds

Or dance the streets 

In my tiny TOMs,

Like the delicate fairy

That you are. 

Here, take a pair.

See how it feels to be the girl

With the baggy tees and dark glasses.

Now you're the girl

Who feels surprised

and scared

When people you barely know

People you literally just met

Ask you to hang out with them at lunch

Ask you to go get food with them

And they ask you

Around five times. 

You barely know them

Yet you want to

Oh god, you want to. 

And the fear you feel

Is overwhelming. 

So you leave them with a 'maybe'

And hope they don't hate you.

You're the one 

Who still listens to punk bands

Because they gave you a voice

When you had none. 

And now you have a voice

A tiny one

Because of a tiny corner of the Internet

Where you write

Whatever you feel like

Because it helps. 

All you want 

Is to help people

And to grow as a person yourself.

And you don't know how to do either of these things. 

Your nightmare would be

Leaving the house in a crop top

Or shorts

Because you prefer to hide your perfectly acceptable body

Behind oversized tees

and denim jeans. 

And now you're growing.
You're no longer the person you thought you would be.

You no longer want to be the one

Who hides behind band tees

and the colour black.

And yet you have no idea how to change.

Now return my shoes.

You've walked far enough for today.

And you don't have to keep them.

Which pair did you choose?

My beat-up Chucks

That are covered in beer

and sweat

and God knows what else

That is found on the floor of an indoor skate-park

Turned music venue

After the show has finished.

Or perhaps you chose

My daily Docs

The black ones

The hiker-boot style ones

That I basically live in

During the winter months. 

But no matter. 

Because now you see. 

And you can no longer call me 

Quiet

Or 

Shy

Or

Antisocial. 

Because you understand. 

I want to talk to you

I really do

But I've no idea how

Or what to say

Or how to say it.

I can't just jump into a conversation.

As for life.

I don't know what I'm doing.

And yet,

At the same time,

I do. 

Because I'm going to work in the music industry.

Every day.

Until I fall on my ass. 

Which could be any time.

But until then,

I'm going to enjoy it.

And I'm not lazy.

You know this now.

I just don't know how to go about stuff.

So I avoid it. 

Stay in bed too late

So the day is gone

And I don't have to do the one thing

That I'm dreading. 

I want a job.

I really do.

It's time for me to stop wasting time

And start growing up.

I'm ready for that now.

All I need is a chance.

One chance.

One single fucking chance.

I love to learn
And try new things.

Yet no one sees this

Because on paper

They don't know me

So I have no job

And no chance

Of getting anywhere. 

So now you see

Because you've had a chance to be me. 

And you've walked a while

In a pair of my shoes.