I walked a mile in your boots,
But they weren't for me.
They blistered my feet and made them bleed.
You spent a day in my skin,
But it didn't quite fit.
You stretched it, misused it and it made you itch.
I lived a day with you; your boots my skin.
And it wasn't so painful to do.
So whereas I'm not so comfortable in your boots,
I'm perfectly fine with you.
Akua Achampong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfortable-in-my-skin-not-so-much-in-your-boots/
