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 |