In My Shoes

I am the kid that doesn’t exist Some would consider me a doormat This poem is kind of different because It has a different format. Do you know how it feels to be me? Do you know what I mean when I say “See Me”? Do you know how it feels to be rejected? Do you know how it feels to always be disrespected? Do you know how it feels to be disregarded? Do you know how it feels to be treated like you are retarded? Do you know how it feels to be alone? Do you know how it feels to always be on your own? Do you know how it feels to have a life you don’t want? Do you know how it feels when friends and family put up a front? Do you know how it feels to always get hurt? Do you know how it feels to be considered a jerk? Do you know how it feels to not want to live? Do you know how it feels to give with nothing to give? Do you know how it feels to have a bad day everyday? Do you know how it feels to be mistreated in every way? If you don’t here are some clues Answer yes to all these questions And you would have walked in my shoes.