my pain

as i sit here on the street
i sit watching people laugh
at this monstrous thing called me
every time someone walks by
i stare at the ground ashamed
of what i might see in their eyes
most people say they feel bad
but i dont ask for pity
for something thats my fault
as i sit here on this street
never knowing how i might eat
i think back to the times
that could have chhanged my life
but now as i dig through this trashcan
hoping to find something to eat
these kids begin laughing at me
but if they only knew the pain
if only they could walk in my shoes
they would not laugh at me
but instead they would feel bad for me
and all i would do is look away
scared of whate they might think
im not the smartest man alive
nor am i the best looking
i may not have a house
or a fancy new car
but i have a heart
and sometime thats not good enough
because i lay on this street
wishing upon a shooting star
that one day i will work the courage up
to take a chance to make my life
go somewhere it has never been
this pain that flows through my veins
fuels my heart for another beat
knowing that im still hurting
means that there is still meaning
and each tear i cry when i lie down
shows that i still have a ways to go
but no matter what happens
im going to throw my hands in the air
scream yes as loud as i can
to show i can handle what life throws me