Street Life ( Another poem from my highschool years)

STREET LIFE

HERE I SIT
ALONE AND SCARED
WONDERING IF MY
PARENTS CARED

THAT I GOT UP
AND RAN AWAY
NOT TO BE IN THAT
HOUSE ANOTHER DAY

I SIT ON A CORNER
FREEZING COLD
AND BEYOND MY YEARS
I’M GROWING OLD

I BEG AND STEAL
JUST TO EAT
I NO LONGER HAVE SHOES
TO COVER MY FEET

PEOPLE SPIT AND FROWN
AND CURSE AT MY SIGHT
BUT LET’S SEE THEM,
MAKE IT THROUGH A WINTERS NIGHT

TO GET THROUGH THE DAY
I HAD TO GET HIGH
GETTING DRUGS ON THE STREET
WAS AS EASY AS PIE

THE SAME NEEDLE WAS
USED BY US ALL
THE SKINNY THE FAT
THE SHORT AND TALL

I HAD A FRIEND DIE
NEARLY BY THE WEEK
BUT NO ONE CARED
JUST ONE LESS FREAK

BECAUSE TO THE REST
OF THE WORLD WE’RE JUST SCUM
SITTING ON THE CORNER
ALL FROZEN AND NUMB

NOW I LAY DEAD
JUST ANOTHER STAT
AND SOCIETY WONDERS
HOW I LIVED LIKE THAT