I wander these Streets,
my New Unhappy Home,
You peoples walk by,
and sneer at my Misfortune
But I can Only Smile.
If you were Where i am now,
i would stop and think,
even thou your mean,
and your words are cold,
I would help you,
cause you another living soul.
*homeless people are peoples likes us, I'm only 13, and I try my hardest to help, it breaks my heart, to think if i was homeless you wouldn't care
