WORN OUT PAIR OF BOOTS

Can I ask you a question how do you see ME through your own eyes, when you look at me do I look and appear normal to you as you look into my eyes? Can I ask you a question, what do you know of me as you see ME through your own eyes, for do you see the steps I had to take just to be normal? Do you see the deepness of my heartache and pain, along with the process of the inner suffering as I fight. The demons within the depth of my mind coming from night dreams from once upon a time. Can I ask you a question do you see ME as one of many wondering nameless faces, living upon the streets in the dead of winter in the bitter cold struggling to get warm and a hot meal to eat. Can I ask you a question do you really know, my story of where I've been and gone within this cycle known as life. For I am one of the faces of many before ME those struggling, fighting with the inner demons that walks through the stairways and gateways of our thoughts. Those thoughts that appears of the images of countless faces, that once had life as I too had a life before I got to be here like those that, have become forgotten soldiers discarded like an olde pair of worn out BOOTS.