The people walking by

     It's hard to get attention when all anyone wants to do is care about themselves. I get it, though, I care about myself as well, but I guess my point of view is a bit different. I beg, every single day of my life I beg, and I get nothing in response. Anymore it's a fat chance I even receive a concerned glance. I'm just a kid, I may not be very good at being a kid, but that's what I am.

     I wish my parents would have taken care of me for longer, they would have if the people hadn't have treated them like they treat me now. They walk by thinking I'm a freak, thinking that somehow I could've stopped myself from being in this situation. They want to blame me for something I had no control over. But I guess that's how that works, their job is to walk by, some a little quicker than others, and mine is to beg, to watch them look disgusted at me because I haven't showered, I haven't eaten, I haven't changed my clothes and I'm sorry for those who had to see that.

     If I had the chance to do any of those things I would in less than a heartbeat, but the selfish monsters that pass me don't let me have that chance. Instead of sparing me a quarter, they spare themselves dollar bills and leave me with a nasty snarl. But it's fine because I've grown quite used to it by now. Although I still love to have some attention from the people who pass, I don't need it because I have myself and that's all that matters.

     The monsters that pass me may not know or even care, but the hell I've been through just doesn't faze me anymore, how can it when I've been in the real world for so long? When you've become homeless, you become whole to the world, and sometimes that could be good, it gives you a reason to laugh at all the children that pass by, thinking they have the right to beg for the food their mothers obviously are able to afford. But that's their life and not mine and though my jealousy rises for each and every child that looks at me, it isn't the worst to miss food, it's no longer horrible to see the disgusted looks, it's become acceptable to expect no help from these strangers, from these people walking by.