She sits on the street, people passsing by,
She is so humiliated, she wants to die.
They look at her, they cant see the pain in her eyes.
She wants to tell them it isnt her, its just a disguise.
Shes got no where to turn to, no where to run to,
No body has any idea what she has been through.
Shes just 16, and been alone all her life,
She dosent trust anyone, she carries a knife
She is so small, she hasn’t eaten in days,
She makes up people, a trick her mind plays.
All she wants is someone to love her, tell her it will be ok,
But these people walking past her, just turn the other way.
Why don’t people stop, ask her why she is there?
Why do so many people stop and stare?
Why cant she tell them that this isnt her fault,
That her life is just a spiders web, in which she is caught?
A tangled mess, that is what it has become,
She is so fed up of people saying she is dumb.
Its not her fault that she was chucked out of her home.
And it is not her fault, that she cries each night, all alone.
* I wrote this poem after I went to london and saw a lot young people living rough on the streets!
