Walking In My Shoes
My name has spread round the neighborhood
anytime I slip and commit the slightest miscue.
The best news caption to all ears
is when the topic centers on my issue.
Their deadly words causing much pain
as they eat up every tissue.
Refusing me all opportunity to redeem myself
as all I end up doing is argue.
Catching Rebecca red handed,
Oh my best friend, even you!
knowing how she stabs me at the back
despite being attached to her like a glue
condemns me beyond redemption
and leaves me totally in black and blue.
These stories are far from being true
and their effects on me
make me dysfunctional like a statue
When considering the root of this problem
I blame myself for giving them the avenue.
Already knowing in and out of me,
they coin their versions and heavily miscontrue.
But this has got to stop!
Swallowing this mess, is long overdue.
The satisfaction and amusement,
they enjoy and accrue
is what I must face
and ensure they discontinue.
No one can be my saviour
only but I, can come to my own rescue.
I now leave my shell,
facing squarely, those who
are dedicated to my pursue.
Goodness me! The result seems quite easy
as they all hide to my subdue.
Then I realize,
I still have some virtue.
Therefore, no one should dare
treat me in disvalue
until you start walking in my shoe
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
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