In her shoes

There it is again
That need to people please

'She just lacks confidence'
they say
'But she tries too hard in everyway'

'She's a bit of a geek'
'Yeah arts and crafts type'
they whisper

'People don't like that'
'Like her' They explain

They think she cannot hear them
Mocking and teasing her cheap tattered clothes

Why do they need to do this
Can't they see she's already sad?
not over a pathetic designer bag!

She smiles at them
Looking for reassurance
A smile not reaching her eyes
Failing to see her cries
She hears them giggle

They think she's fine
But she's caring too much
And overthinking everything
Sitting there, dwelling
Just wanting to fit in

She goes home
Cold and alone
Staring into the nothing

Feeling trapped
Can't move
Body numb
No one to see
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to run
She picks up a gun...

They turn up to the funeral
Claiming they knew her well
Wearing their fancy outfits
and Valentino shoes
Female one drinking prosecco says
'Sad day isn't it?'
'I think it was pretty selfish' said
female two with her cigarette lit

If only they had walked in her shoes...