My Shoes

I have holes in my shoes.
I don’t know how they got there.
The fabric that once protected
my toes now leaves them bare.

As a child we’re surrounded by walls.
But the tall wall once for security will fall.
Our emotions left defenseless.
Our minds forced to pretend less.

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