Does that make me proud?
I celebrate my own accomplishments,
Does this make me about myself?
You don't know me or my problems
So think the next time you judge me
How would you like to wear my shoes?
People make comments at every little thing
That I say or do
Over-achieving is looked down upon
At least when it comes to me
While others laugh at someone, all in fun
When I laugh or say something the tables turn
How would you like to wear my shoes?
In all that I do, each and every thing,
In all the vain conceit you label me with
I would really like you to know
That in all that, your belittling, judging titles
I still remembered to think of you!
How would you like to wear my shoes?
I watch from afar
Seperated, in strife
In my way, a bar
Stands, clear so clear.
The face I see (in the mirror)
I see it so near,
It mocks me.
I want for me?
Or need I shut
It all out, no plea
For what I
Could have had
I let out a sigh...
Smiling, yet sad.
That seem to smile
Within themselves the stare abroad,
Admiring his young and youthful guile.
Memories from the past
Emotions floods, the ones that corrupt
Placed through and through to the very last
Happiness, unconditional.
He smiles for he's forgiven, and he's finally forgiven himself
Laughter echoes inside, celebrating the commission.