It's time to leave this place
Only three months then I'm set free
I am so done with this place
I've lived in this children's home for four years
I do not know what I can do
Where can I go?
How can I pay for school?
What about my health care?
Where can I stay?
There's nothing set in stone
I've live in a bus before for crying out loud
But now it's time for me to move out on my "own"
I say own, but I'll be relying on someone else for a ride to school
I'll be relying on someone else for a place to stay
I'll be relying on someone else for food
What can I do?
Where can I go?How can I make it though my Sr. year of High School
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?