If you were in my shoes,
What more would you have done?
Worse things, you can't conceive,
I was strong enough, reason I survived.

If you were in my shoes,
Maybe you would have rot longer in the silence,
More stubborn and aggressive.
But I did one!
Don't judge me for what you don't know.

If you were in my shoes,
Maybe you would have dwelled with death,
Or became a death sadist
But I only became a knight,
A warrior and freedom seeker.

So if you're not in my shoes,
Please pray not to buy this shoe
For you may not be able to walk on the nails in it,
Or wake up to see it wasn't your size,
But it was forced on you.

You are not in my shoes,
The one I was forced to wear,
I neither paid for it,
But suffered the pain,
It was too big a size
For a feet to fit.

You were not in my shoes,
You won't know the scars it left on my heart,
My feet were bruised,
Yet I walked.

If you weren't in my shoes,
You won't see the wounds,
That cried to heal,
Or the blood that flowed against its will,
You won't see my toes,
That begged for relief.
Or my ankles that pleaded to be free

If you weren't in my shoes,
Don't ask why I removed mine.
The shoes grew and glued,
The wounds had grown deep,
Twas constantly dogged,
And it came with a flu.

Don't ask why I removed them,
It wasn't my size from the onset,
But it kept growing with my age.

If you aren't in my shoes,
Or know not the market
Its being given forcefully,
You won't understand this,
Neither will you see the shoes

I've burnt it


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