Worn Out

My shoes aren't well lived in,
I've spent too much time in everyone else's.
Sometimes it's easier to write my feelings away.

Things got big too quickly.
It went from playground games,
to nasty names and ice cold betrayal.

Everyone grew up so fast,
and it seemed like the world was too small for us.

I remember,
someone once told me that to really know someone,
I should walk a mile in their shoes.

I started walking.

Now it seems that the only shoes I don't know
are my own,
sitting unused by the door.

Someone told me recently,
that I'd grow into it.
They said I'd grow into my shoes.

I tried growing.

For a while, 
I tried growing like they did,
sprouting up like that.

But I grew slowly,
in fits and starts.

I kept trying. 

I just broke my shoes in,
I like them.
It feels like I'm home.

Soon enough,
I know my shoes will be worn out.
I'll have to patch them up carefully.

But for now my shoes fit well.
Now I'm trying to walk a mile in my own shoes.
It's taking longer than I thought it would.

I just broke my shoes in,
and finally, finally,
I am home.