Wear Wolves

I hated them and they hated me, yet we had a bond.  I was quiet, but they were determined and vulgar to make themselves fashionable to the crowd.  They laughed so loud and was so proud as they were royal blood in the clouds.  They trotted their heels to glow with black polish showing off their buckles that was silver and loud.  They needed me, and, I seethed with anger that these were my partners til the sun went down.  They were so strong in leather took beatings from every weather how I hated their ability to stand out.  Making their way with my feet at display in the streets where every busy man and woman eyes would meet.  Others pointed and looked and their heads were shook as I entered into the classroom.  At the end of the day I placed them in the closet far away with their tongues dangling on the ground.  They stood in darkness until the next day when the sun came out, and we started the walk all over again.  Their life was worn and souls were torn from living a life of a shoe.