Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe

Shoes

You have large shoes to fill
It makes you rip yourself down
Tears away who you are until nothing remains
You have a name to make
It makes you try harder and harder
Until you break down
Makes you nothing
You have a shadow to overcome
It makes you scream and fight
Then finally you make it but your heart is gone
You have large shoes to fill
It makes you better in image alone
Personality is nothing
Survival is stressed
You are no longer human
You are a beast
A monster
You are a demon who can impress
You make large shoes to fill for the next to begin
In the end we are all empty
We are demons
The cycle never ends

A/N: Hey guys, been a while. Had writters block for a while. Anyway, quick question do you want longer or shorter poems or are you fine with the current mixture?