Homeless

by BrokenSmile   Aug 4, 2006


People stop and star,
and i try not to care,
people laugh at me,
saying it is a he or a she,
people don't five a damn,
whether I'm called Sam or Cam,
people see me as a freak,
a hopeless geek,
people see me with no love life,
thinking that's why i carry a knife,
people see me with not home,
with just a dustbin dome,
people just walk on by,
hoping soon I'll die,
people don't give me spare change,
so food's out of my price range,
people don't care about people like me,
dossers is all they see.

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