I exist,
I live,
But I am not seen.
I scream,
I dream,
But I am not heard.
I cry,
I die,
But I am not noticed.
Simply I am living in the shadow of the people,
In the shadow of this world,
Surrounded by all this hurt.
Meliorism is all I have left,
To put my hopes in the streets of theft,
The guns and drugs.
To live not in the shadow,
But with it.
