Homeless Heart

Everywhere I go
I hide my feelings
from everyone I know.
Burying the sorrow
I struggle with every day,
I try so hard to walk the streets
without complaining of the cracks.

I hope and pray that I can walk away
from this past of endless sorrow,
but I feel I need to cheat, lie and steal
just to be able to afford this smile.

And everywhere I go
I come across these streets of trouble,
committing crimes of robbery
as I lie to my mind,
cheat on my soul,
and continue to steal
from my homeless heart.

Saffie
23

1/11/14