If you had the chance to walk one mile,
Just one in my shoes,
Do you know how you would feel inside?
You would feel pain.
Pain from not having a family to be with,
Pain from the hidden secrets buried within
You would feel the scars.
Scars from the harsh jokes and the crude remarks being made.
The scars from the lost battles I’ve been through
If you had the chance to walk one mile,
Just one in my shoes,
Do you know how you would feel inside?
You would feel joy.
Joy from the laughs that have escaped when I’m with my true friends.
Joy from the adventures that I successfully triumphed over.
You would feel happiness
Happiness from the wonderful paths that I have taken,
Happiness from the beliefs that fill me up
If you had the chance to walk one mile,
Just one in my shoes,
Do you know how you would feel inside?
You would feel envious
Envious of the girls that wake up feeling pretty
Envious of the ones that get all the attention.
You would feel the feeling of me!
Do you think you could make someone hear your voice,
Or make someone hear your true story if judgment surrounds us daily?
Do you think you could be the one to see who I really am?
If you had one chance to walk one mile,
Just one mile in my shoes would you??????
By Naomi Goade 2nd year
ive been in the middle of a battle since age one
sometimes wished my life had never begun
ive been called hurtful names
ive played some nasty games
i know what its like to lose a friend
someone who promised theyd be there till the end
i know what its like to be the blame
locked myself in my room to hide in shame
wished i looked like the super models on tv,
wish i looked like anyone but me
bottled it up,kept everything inside
to myself,so many times i have lied
so theres a minute into my life
you know my struggles,know my strife
so next time you look at me,ta
look beyond the surface and see
will they ever truly know,
the pain i feel but never show
if they knew,how would they react
would they change the way we interact
i don’t want them to feel remorse
don’t want their feelings to be of force
just want them to see through my eyes
look at the inside truth, and not the surface lies
my shoes may not fit your feet
we may march to a different beat
but together we stand, alone we fall
when your legs become weak, all you can do is crawl
i will see your hurt, feel you pain
take you into the sun and out of the rain
when you struggle, face a fight
i will stand by your side, show you what’s right
i will walk a mile
i know not every moment won’t be a smile
but i want a new view of you
want to know when you happy and when you’re blue
so i will step into your shoes
feel the pain of every bruise
your ocean will be my ocean
i will feel nothing without emotion
-First year who is amazing!
she’s the girl with the knife
thinks she has a messed up life
no mom,no dad
she lost everything she had
she doesn’t know how she has survived this long
how she has the will to be so strong
everyday she puts a smile on
everybody believes it’s real,not knowing they are so wrong
she fights back the tears
showing everybody she has no fears
but how would you know this by looking at her?
how could you see that aside from what she says,she’s really insecure?
or that she goes home each night and picks up a knife
do you see all her stuggles and strife
you would never know until you breathe her breath
until you step into her world,feel the sudden death
he is the boy you tease day after day
his life nothing but foul play
going home,locking himself in his room
releasing tears,of the hurtful words he had to consume
he wished his life would just end
knows his barely beating heart will never mend
he can’t take another day in this hell
so he takes the gun,and to the ground he fell
what would have happened,if they would of stepped into his shoes
would it have rid him of all the pain,all the blues?
it’s something we will never know
all he wanted was for you to show,
show that you cared
so he could wake up and not be scared
i’m a girl who has it so good
but i am so easily misunderstood
sometimes that smile,isn’t what i feel inside
my life hasn’t been an easy ride
there’s been bumps on my highway
i’m far deeper than the person i portray
some days i can’t hold back the tears
sometimes the pain in my life never disappears
follows me around,never leaving my side
finding me in all the places i hide
step into my shoes,come see the real me
swim in my ocean,swim in my sea
see the world through my eyes,
take in all my truths and all my lies
not every moment will be a smile,
but take one step,walk one mile
-Talented, anonymous first year!
This is not the first time I’ve lived here before.
“I feel like a house with no open doors.
Stuck where I am with no way out.”
I felt so helpless,
like a maze and a mouse.
When I was a kid I thought about Mommy,
and maybe even Daddy,
and where they might be.
“Not near here,” I could say.
Since Mommy packed her bags,
and Daddy never stayed.
I used to search through the crowds
looking for a face that’s probably far away.
Today I am different,
striving to not be the same.
I will make my own footprints,
but I won’t look away.
Because the past is the past,
it makes me the girl I am today.
And those beautiful buds bloom one day.
~ Kimberly Mauger
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