A Simple Shoe
He yells
And she nags.
It's pointless
To argue.
But they don't see what I see.
I see them go over the top
Like if someone had just murdered someone
But in reality someone just stole a simple shoe.
And that simple shoe was mine,
Yes I know
It's just a shoe
But do they know?
No.
They don't hear what I hear.
All this screaming for the same outcome,
The same results.
Silence.
“Normal”.
They are just blinded by there true selfs.