Life through my eyes

You look at me like I don't belong

but me and you are not so different.

We're both asking for the same thing

change.

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Tears come down rushing on my face

everytime I think about the past 

small town kid with a bright future

with hopes of becoming a College graduate

dreams of perhaps being a track star.

It's been 20 years spent without a home

20 years since since I lost hope.

You look at me like I don't exist

as if I have no shame nor honor

well let me tell you that you are wrong.

What if I told you that I'm full of guilt

each time that that I ask for a couple cents

I've been an outcast my whole life

sitting at the back of the class

with no friends.

In a hurry to become an adult

perhaps like every other kid

but I never wanted to end up in this way.

You look at me like I am dead

as if I was already six feet deep

but I'm aware that my story will one day come to an end

which is why I don't want to die in this state.

Every living being on this earth is a slave

and mankind was created weak

but it's time to hold myself accountable

for every act and decision made along the way.

Because I was bestowed with the power of free will

and the capacity to manifest a hopeful thought

into reality.