The Shoes of a Fool

They come upon me

with all their hate

believing that

their words are great

Did they not understand

what they would find

was an argument

with words in kind

It's for the pain they cause

I will return

choice words of my own

in hopes they'll burn

But after the fight

I sit and reflect

I've made things worse

with my neglect

Through my retort

how did I not know

I was reducing myself

to their level so low

Yes he was a fool

but now there are two

by my decision to argue

I stepped in his shoes