The other day I was asked to describe myself in one sentence
And when put under pressure, words shoot out of me like a bullet from a gun,
I answered, "I'm like a shoe."
I was then asked to please explain what the hell I meant.
You see, I was built to fit a certain type of person,
To protect a valuable part of you from the outside world.
I may not be perfect at first, but if you wear me in
You'll never find another person like me
Parts of me are pretty,
Made to bring out the best parts of you like artists do with empty canvases
Parts of me are not,
Battered and bruised because sometimes you step into things and now you can't scrape it all off
And I know I wear out sometimes
Parts of me start to fall apart
I am not perfect
But if you glue me back together and let me dry, I'll be good as new
And I know someday, you'll have to put me away
Next to the toys you don't need anymore but still treasure
I am fine with this
Because no matter how torn I am
No matter how worn out and broken down I am
I will still fit you just as I did the day you got me.
So I'm like a shoe because
No matter how much I'm falling apart
I am still here for you.