My shoes have holes in the soles.
Every time it rains,
my socks get soaked,
feet going numb in puddles of wet,
hopping around mud and piles of sludge.
I go through pairs of shoes like cups of coffee,
no regard for their well-being until they can’t service me properly anymore,
selfish actions that always backfire,
but I never learn.
I hate conflict.
I can add that to the long list of things I can thank my childhood for,
because even thinking about having to bring up new shoes
after these ones I bought only 2 months ago,
fills me with unease.
I would rather sit and feel the water between my shoe and my foot than to cause a disturbance,
even though I know that’s insane.
I should just ask for new shoes.
It’s better than risking getting sick,
having to change socks as soon as I reach home,
drying out my shoes every night.
My brain knows it’s dumb to not just ask,
but the holes in the soles of my shoes have leaked out my reasoning,
leaving it behind in the puddle I forgot to avoid.
My soaked socks distract me in English.
We have to write essay paragraphs
but I keep tapping my feet to hear the soft squelching
as the rain finds its way down the window panes in front of me.
I should ask for new shoes.
They have holes in the soles just like me.
i have a very heavy step, and go through cheap school shoes quickly.